Life is as life does;
It becomes what life a life was.
Life will be as life is doing.
Present action is just a manifestation of the things for which we have yet to account.

I know there is nothing here,
yet all the nothingness I experience
takes on the forms and shapes
I mistake for objects.
All the nothingness I experience
takes on the false meaning and pretense
of a world.
I am trapped in that false pretense–this world.

Yet, all the nothingness I experience
leaves me without a sense of the nothingness
that prevails.

I am left with nothing of nothingness;
in this regard I have everything.
In this regard, I long for nothing,
For I have everything.

I experience everything.
I experience the thoughts attached to
the nothingness that takes on the forms
I see and feel and touch and know.

Those thoughts lead me on;
Those thoughts take a grip upon the self I
don’t experience, expect by shunning
all experience,
and keep me in their grip.

Those thoughts shape the nothingness
into the something and the something I
experience
The something that leads the thoughts
that shape the nothingness
into the something and the something else I
experience.

And life goes on.
Or seems to.
For without the nothingness, there cannot be
a something;
no thing can exist.

Out of the nothingness come all the things
I shape with thought and belief and
experience.

And so
I experience my
experience
of all things,
and of nothing.