Love letter # 514
I said, “Show me a sign.” You said, “There are no signs.”
Of course. Only in the absence of signs.
From here on, I shall practise emptiness, such that I may fill with your light unobstructed.
Now I shall attend to the silence, such that I may know your quiet voice.
Here I shall embody your stillness, such that I might feel the ceaseless flow.
In the bliss of your absence, I sense you near.
I say you, but you are not you. Nor I.
These are but words, this is but world.
You are beyond the realm of form.
Yet, in your shapeless mystery, all forms may be known.
For you are the zero revealing the one.
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