There is a place of total quietness. Of total surrender, of total trust.
There is a place we never left from and never left us.
There is a place – like the epicentre of a tornado – from where all life springs and flows.
That place is us – the Real us.
All manifested existence is the dream of this quietness, this surrendering, this Nothing – within us.
As much as we surrender to it, all manifested existence starts to flow, to breath.
To acquire seamless meaning. An unspoken, unknown meaning.
Yet strikingly real, vivid and bright.
The Nothing is the place that births us and that we are birthed from.