Entangled in formless existence

In the stillness before dawn,
when the world is wrapped in shadows,
and the breath of the earth is soft,
I sit.
Here, in the quiet, the mind unravels,
like leaves falling gently from a tree,
returning to the soil without a sound.

Thoughts, like clouds, drift through the sky,
untethered, without need to hold them.
They come, they go –
and in their passing, the sky remains.
So too, the mind opens to emptiness,
a vast and silent sea,
where waves of desire and fear
recede to the farthest shore.

In this space, nothing clings,
nothing stays.
There is no shape, no name,
only the pulse of the eternal
beneath all things.

I breathe.
I release.
With each breath, the self dissolves,
its edges fading into the horizon,
until only the horizon remains –
limitless, formless, free.

The ego whispers, but its voice grows faint,
a distant echo in the wind.
For here, in the emptiness,
the divine begins to stir.
Not with noise or flame,
but with the quiet unfolding
of something beyond form, beyond thought.

This is the sacred space –
where the formless divine waits,
a presence without name or image,
woven into the fabric of the void.
It moves through the silence,
like wind through an open field,
filling the emptiness with its unseen grace.

And in that space, the heart opens,
like a flower to the sun,
not seeking, not grasping –
simply being.
For in emptiness,
there is room for everything,
and nothing to hinder the flow
of the eternal through us.

Prepare the mind for this –
not with force,
but with a gentle letting go.
Release the weight of knowing,
the burden of becoming,
and step into the quiet unknown. 

In the emptiness,
you are the sky,
you are the sea,
you are the wind that moves between them.

And in that boundless stillness,
the divine, formless and pure,
will find you,
as you find yourself.