There's a gauzy place nearby where you cannot go,
a place of no craving and no conflict, a place of calm
clarity and freedom from the known, a place of pure
delight.
To approach the gauzy place nearby you must be still
and relinquish any need to control, so to rest silently
in the lap of unknowing and drop utterly your own familiar
face.
Then when not a trustworthy thing remains and all
matters of substance grow liquid and glow, you may
witness the embrace and drink from the cup of that nearby
place.
There's a gauzy place nearby where you cannot go
still you can be aware, it's the point from which you
daily arise and through which you meet your daily
demise.
Beyond the gauzy place nearby no place survives
and every place; nothing resides there and everything;
no awareness of daylight or dark arises there and all
awareness.
When the cup is empty of own self being it is full.
