I go where it’s the loudest, just to make it quiet.
I don’t move until I’m moved.
Here, right now, is the only place that's true.
The higher you go, the quieter it gets.
No one can take you where no one has gone before.
The only thing that's 'earned' is the state you experience from the work you do to keep that inner non-space pristine.
Death is nothing more than dropping form and remaining formless.
Heaven is THIS; not that. Heaven is HERE; not there.
It’s about how still and spacious you are (and stay) as every piece drops in.
There’s a still point deep inside you. Everything comes from that.
Saying nothing says everything that needs to be said.
She’s most aroused while in the void.
If there’s nothing left, I’m out. If there’s no thing at all, I’m in.
Truth exists, always was, is, and will be, regardless of the noise.
Stillness. Silence. S p a c e. Beneath the chaos, that’s all there is.
When you move, nothing moves. Everything moves when you’re still.
Existing wide awake and never moving IS the happening.
no thing = everything
Purity is the currency.
THIS or nothing + THIS because there’s no thing.
When you see through and exist beyond space and time, it’s a pretty fucking epic ride.
Nothing can bridge the (illusory) consciousness gap. Only no thing can.
Why would you want anything other than what already is?
How could it get better than this when this is all there is?
when there’s no one / when there’s no thing / when you’re empty / then you’ll see
Nothing is sacred unless everything is.
Every question answers itself.
What feels like magic is just you unobstructed.
Nothing needs to be added. What’s removed is what changes the game.
The more that’s removed, the more there is.
Let there be nothing. It's the breeding ground for more.
You’re here to clear the atmosphere.
In the void, you’re free.
Anything that isn’t truth, that isn’t you, is clutter.
Them: “What do you do for a living?” Me: “Float through space.”
It takes so little to play with me. But most are filled with so much.
Your system is naturally self-cleaning.
I was terrified there would be nothing left. But when nothing was left, I was free.
Your job isn’t done until the matter is gone.
as empty as empty can be
All things exist to be made pure.
Love is when nothing remains.
The deepest truths apply across the board. They’re simple, obvious, light.
from the depths / from the silence / from the world beyond this one
Nothing is missing.
I’m here to keep flying in the face of what IS. To want nothing different from the moment I’m in.
home is where i am / and where i’ve always been
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