Edge Of Edges

 I've been to the edge of edges; a place where stars disappear and even the darkness in the deepest abyss doesn't exist.

At the precipice of this void even the concept of self sheds its layers of clothing and I cry with everything I was as if at my own funeral, letting go of the very meaning of what it is to be human. 

Here in the space of no laws even the beginning and the end is an illusion; an all encompassing state of being that requires no senses because here all filters, even that of time evaporates and the truth is the only thing left... It was here I realized that something could come from nothing. 

I realized that this is the birthing place of stars, of many things both destructive and benign. It was then I was connected to all the footsteps of wisdom and knowledge seekers, kings and teachers who had been here before and their truths vibrated off of these walls of no walls and breathed life into this void. From the most humble of places within me I watched all of them work together as stars were born. 

The awareness of their journey and sacrifice resonates within me and I stand up re-grounded to what I have already somehow  known. Not only are these teachers and kings very much alive, their lineage continues on and I recognize them in the depths of your eyes. 

If so many before me could take back gifts from the void, I realized after careful contemplation what I too would bring back ... I would bring back words. 

Words to show that the same level of inspiration that turned paupers to kings and teachers to prophets permeates our lives today. And if we wish miracles to happen we have only to look within ourselves.