The truth is you really are nothing, but this nothing is full, whole, infinite in everything and everywhere. This nothing is conciousness itself. It is already whole, complete and fulfilled. This is the amazing irony.
To be truly happy you must recognize who you are with nothing.
Finally all that is trustworthy is this immeasurable silent awareness that is the truth of who you are, that is love.
The choiceless truth of who you are is revealed to be permanently here permeating everything. Not a thing and not separate from anything.
