When the shell of the lie cracked open
‘All That Is” rushed in
leaving no space for knowing
or the need to know.

Doubt and denial
drowned with delight
in the instant of this great flood
and what appeared as
“my life” was no more.

Sweet obliteration
by the consuming
flame of Grace.
No space for resistance now.
Nothing ever really happened.

This is a non-story,
a play within a dream.
Always have been, here, now
witnessing this marvelous
and tragic spectacle.

So blessed to not know
anything at all.
Nothingness is
All That Is
 and I Am That.

January 2002