Everything arises and returns to a vast and indestructible presence. It is a no-thing that never changes, varies, goes anywhere, diminishes, or gains. It is what I am, what we are, what you are, what the world is, what the stars are, and what the sun, the wind, the sky, chickadees, and snowfall are. It is what thoughts, sensations, and perceptions are.
To come upon this no–thing, even to glimpse it, is to be relieved of a lifelong burden. At least, that's how it is for me right now as I relax into the no-me, the nothing that I am. It is healing. It is a healing that heals all and everyone effortlessly and spontaneously. And yet it is so ordinary, so simple, that it gets overlooked in the commotion of our daily affairs. Indeed, we spend most of our time living in a dream of thoughts and images of what we were or will be or should be, and rarely, if ever, notice the beauty and power of being nobody.