i position myself upon the world

i position myself upon the world and wait, the movement everywhere, in the ground, the air, the light, the stars at night spinning round in love with space. there is no place to go, no thing to be, the who you are is like the waves on the ocean, each unique, each ephemeral and divine, each a purpose for the moment, then done, yet the ocean is never finished making waves. what water is not that? the world makes creatures and plants, the sun beams come and all is watered and growing, eternally, yet no part lasts, but nothing ends, just the eternal creation flows. where is the divine that we are, the eternal self, that one being from which all arise, the ocean of self. what wind washes and tosses this tiny self, but blows empty in the unmoving truth the unmanifest nature of all creation, that from which all is a reflection, the simple unrealized truth, there is nothing that is what we truly come from, not from earth or water or sun or sky not from stars or matter exploding, we are the nonexistent unmoving nature from which all derives their force of existence, for it is the very engine of the dualistic creation that all is born from nothing and collapses into that same unexisting state when it ends. the great ocean of motionless purity transcends all form. before anything can be it must first not exist. the sails of life stretch behind and before me, i move not yet the wind and sea transport me through their motion and i the speck of dust am powerless and simple and move not at all within. the moment i awaken, the sky stops its daily chore and the ground settles into silence and even the sun refuses to move. where i am there is nothing and i am that.