Emptiness

Darkness within darkness.
The Gateway to all understanding.
Tao te Ching

I am not thinking. I am not meditating. I am only what I am, an open space in the early morning sunshine.

Behind me lies infinity. Before me lies all eternity.

The light is blinding, yet a shadow falls across my space.

Darkness within the blinding light, flitting across my consciousness, and within the darkness I see movement.

The shadow of a butterfly visits the shadow of a flower. No color, no delineations except the dark shapes before me and in these shapes I see every butterfly that ever lit upon the lips of the chalice that feeds it, every lip that ever sipped from the sacred sustenance before it, every empty place ever filled with the holy being of the holiest.