The formless hides herself as form.

The unknowable manifests herself as the known.

The mystery obscures herself beyond revelation.

Yes, the one I love is beyond and within manifestation, accessed only through my own nothingness.

Isn’t that a kicker? To know reality, I must unknow myself.

Clever one, She is.

Only as an Empty canvas, may I know my Beauty.

Only in total Silence, may I hear my Music.

Only in the nothingness of the empty Void, may I know my infinite Presence.

She has quite the sense of humor, doesn’t She?