Yet it still come. Death kept approaching though I thought that I have already died. The truth is I am not, and here again I am staring at the eyes of death and He appears with the same familiar face. This death however is somewhat different. As how it is before, I would panic and struggle to the grasp and hold on to The Clear Light.
But this time I let go.
I did not hold on to anything and as the word is, I let go.
Why did I do that?
It is because I realize that there was nothing to hold at the first place. That the war I have been fighting all this while was a war created and it can be created not. I could simply not fight the war by choosing not to... and I can never be defeated if I am not fighting nor that I will win.
What is a man then if he does not win or loose?
What is a man then if he does not want to win or loose?
What is a man then if he has no desire to win or loose?
What is a man then if he has no desire...?
He is then empty.
He does not carry anything within except what comes through him.
He would walk this earth light, nimble and swift, fast and clear.
He would be part of the whole and not the whole of the part.
He would be joyous and free.
Pondering through this, as I look at the eyes of Death, it is somehow as if He is agreeing with me. That this is the truth and it shall be nothing other than this truth, and I shall hold on to this... but yet again He lower his chin and turn to the other as if He is disagreeing. I then shout...
I am nothing!
I am empty!
I don't exist!
Looking back at me for a while, He then turn and walk away... Desperately, I then shout.
Stop!
Please!
I am ready. Please take me away.
Didn't I say it all correctly? Didn't I speak of the truth?
He then stop, turn and look at me. With an innocence smile, He then uttered words which I will remember for the rest of my human life. He said...
"The Emptiness does not have 'I'..."
