Pure Being, Not A Speck Of Self

Just for a moment,

Together,

Just be.

Completely without description,

Not even awareness,

Nothing like that.

In no time,

The sense of ego isn't here.

What is here?

Nothing that any words need or needed to describe or explain or anything,

Just simply is.

All things appear,

Thoughts and sensations and sounds,

There are sounds outside my window,

But in what context are they appearing?

They're just freely appearing,

And there's no one here in judging or parsing out one or the other,

Evaluating,

Comparing,

Preferring or not preferring.

The thing that seems to compare and parse out and judge and prefer that apparent entity,

It simply isn't.

That's all.

It just simply isn't.

And what is?

Everything.

Everything.

Everything free.

Just the movement of life.

With no central authority or agent here having any say in the matter,

To be honest.

And isn't that a relief?

So,

Without trying to be awareness or something like that,

You know,

Or anything,

Even this subtle silence or space,

Nothing without thinking to be anything like that,

Just simply to be,

Period.

Because that's actually true.

That can't be taken away,

It can't be denied.

We meet at this being which is for everyone,

Because at the essence or the root,

This is true.

All of our opinions or beliefs or concepts,

The very sense of self itself is not here.

That which separates and divides is not here,

In a holiday.

And so now when we know ourself,

We know the other as well.

So,

For a moment,

Pure being without a speck of self.