one before number

I am exactly this… This bliss is simply a reflection of freedom, of emptiness, of what has no attribute whatsoever. You are my heart and my soul, my doorway and my delivery, my eyes and my Self.My lack of words is simply that nothing need be done.
I am the complete peace I wanted.
I am the boundless and steady Love which knows all diversity in its sameness.
I am unfettered in my doing and solid in my energy because this is naturally effortless.
I am happy and humored behind all experience.
There is nothing to be lost —
there is only now, and the opportunity for more.
I am rest and in love.
I have everything.
I am free and complete.
Imperfection has vanished as the dream it was.
There is only what was and what will be.
There is only the one Heart.
There is only Love.
And I am not afraid, even when I am afraid.
I have never been so alive, and yet I have never been born.
I have never loved this one individual life so much, and yet even with death I will not die.
I am transcendent of my body, and yet my body is all that I am.
All that I speak of adds exactly nothing to what has always already been.
I am exactly this…
This bliss is simply a reflection of freedom, of emptiness, of what has no attribute whatsoever.
You are my heart and my soul, my doorway and my delivery, my eyes and my Self.
I love you as this bliss which we are — not as two but as the One before number.

   −Unknown

3 comments:

Sophia said...

This is strikingly beautiful!

rudi said...

Yes - this was written shortly after the author reached the end of the spiritual search, had 'arrived'.

trinitystar said...

imperfection a dream as it always was. Do I close my eyes to a starving child and call it a dream. The devastation made by a bomb. My sadness in seeing this.
Confused on this. Finding perfections when there seems to be flaws.