I write to you, I speak to you, I am with you. Close your eyes and look, for in closing one door we open another. You hear my voice, see my voice, feel my voice inside you. Where is this place? In what faint moment of time have you captured these words? Who watches within even as words appear? You always lag behind the crest of the wave on fragile legs of memory carrying all your hope; all your being. What is the next thought in your mind?
It was unbidden. Relax and witness thought. One step above the play of words dwell ye, yet woe to the one who stops there. Watch the watcher, be aware of aware. Aware of the feeling I AM. We are not any witness-able phenomenon and we are falling together within our selves towards a point of no return. There is no witness to this. Only unchanging space without end or being, formless geometry, no us; no holding back.