Buddha At The Gas Pump

I Am Soft Bones Lit with a Misty Diffused Light, Surrounded and Penetrated with Essence, Isness, The All. I Am That Still Point, Between Illusion and Light. From this Place, I See the Space of Emptiness Here Inside That I Have Made by My Dying, Ready to receive this vision of Galaxies Universes End on End Spinning Around the Center of Me Absolute Stillness From Which Is Sucked in and Spit Out, All That Ever Was and All That Ever Will Be. I Am That, You Are That. We Are One anatta Paradoxically, “Anatta”, HWL Poonja, enlightened master, said, "means, I don't exist." Exactly! That was Anatta’s experience late one night almost 20 years ago when the ego/personality disappeared and was seen to have less reality than smoke and dust. Yet a magical life has transpired, regardless. Starting out as a ‘Jesus Freak’ in New York, Anatta lived in Oregon and India as a disciple of Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh. In the presence of HWL Poonja she washed the Master's dishes, ate radishes from his hands and massaged his arm which h