The activity of life swarms. From where does movement arise but from absolute stillness? Dimension 0 is a reference point-the immovable, silent, stillness from which the activity of our mind and all other manifestations can be referenced. If all were abuzz, there would be no point of reference and movement would be completely incomprehensible and chaotic.
Absolute stillness has no dimension, no form, and therefore no form in which to move. If one could penetrate their deepest desires and follow their rays of disambiguation, one would be led deeper and deeper into the point of no dimension which leads into infinite depths revealing infinite layers of truth. A point has no beginning and no end, no definition, and unutterable suspension. Like the warm breeze that cartwheels autumn leaves across sidewalks, the sidewalk is the stillness, and such stillness remains the foundation to leaves prolific capering.
The silence between notes, the absence of color commingling with the radiance of rich hues contrasting starkly, vibrantly, and lively, these are the blissful expressions of our relationship and reference to unequivocal stillness.
Undisturbed clarity, purer than the purest crystal, clearer than the clearest lake, within its sapient depth of tranquility-life thrusts outward like violent fireworks, exploding from the timeless, evokes and emits from the threshold of the absolute. Pure, unadulterated love pours, unencumbered, eternally pouring forth from this formless perfection, serving as a sublime sweetness for all other love. Love is an unbearable giving to another without due cause. Love is an eternal spring from which its wells pour forth undeterred. A luminescent tear drops from the cheeks of angels as we come closer and closer to reveling in the boundless expression of what love truly is-selfless giving of another to another without need for return, basking within the radiance, freely submitting to her calls, for her song is eternal and true. For those who find justification in withholding such profound love, they will one day be saturated by her wholeness and completion with such humility and awe, that they will be ignited, burning like an alchemical transfiguration into the purest metal. Transformative and configures, the 0 dimension heeds perfection.
Permit the ballerina to master space with graceful pronouncements. The face of god aches in every gesture the delicacy of power and force, the impermeability of absolute wholeness, a radiating outward from the centerless center-the dimensionless, and the stillness of immaculate self-containment enraptures the soul like a gasping breath.
The currents of mind, the destabilizing anxiety of other's thoughts and actions, the concern for what we've created and its consequences-these are exasperated the more we embark on a journey with no reference, no compass. The irony is that the greatest of reference has no distinction, no body, no sound, no form. Without this reference, the tumult of life becomes unbearable and immeasurable. Decisions arrive from disquiet determinations. Life becomes an overwhelming chore rather than a blessed and sacred journey of discovery leading us to wholeness and our authentic humanity.
Be still, be silent, be humble, be still, be still and pierce the dimensionless. Feel the motionless soothe the mind, for all great deeds have a trajectory from absolute stillness.
