There is a single point,
infinitesimally small,
yet wide as all creation,
where the personal lets go
into the void and the
impersonal rushes like a
flash flood into the
world of form.
We humans live at
this juncture, the locus
of all possibilities
at the center of our being.
Sit with it for a time,
and the potent mix of
nothing and everything
obliterates the mind.