There's this black hole ...

Quantum Source ... Quantum World ... Quantum Void ... Quantum You!

There’s this black hole in the middle of me.

Mind says there’s something wrong there.

Life experience agrees.

But there is a pull into it.

Resistance gets tiring.

Spontaneous flirting with the black hole,

and resistance gives way.

Life gives way into the portal

and away from the content we think means something.

All that is the cause of separation.

Strings are being cut between content and consciousness.

The turning back to look at and evaluate experience

doesn’t work anymore.

That was self--the empty shelf of a self.

Gasp. Guffaw.

What is laughing? What is breathing?

The black hole is the portal,

the gravitational pull into the Divine.

Belief is gone.

Imagination is gone.

Identity doesn’t work.

History is gone.

Awake emptiness is here.