I am Blind.
My eyes only see what’s in front of me.
What’s behind me? I do not know. This is where the truth lives.
I turn around, but the truth stays behind, hidden.
I cannot see it with these eyes - they deceive me.
“For judgment I came into this world, so that those who do not see may see…”
I am Weak.
My hands do not obey my mind. They betray me.
What is a man who cannot trust his own hands? An animal.
A wild dog must be taught to live among people. I am no different.
Who, then, is the teacher of man?
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
I am Nothing.
Athlete, scholar, brother, lover - an infinite list.
By claiming these as myself, I give birth to the many “I”.
I the athlete. I the scholar. I the brother. I the lover. Each its own little ego.
I am none. No-thing.
“For if anyone thinks he is something, when he is nothing, he deceives himself.”
I am Empty.
Without forms (names and things) - what remains?
Silence. Darkness. My “self” screams out in fear.
Forms - these are its lifeblood. Without them, it dies.
With its death comes the second birth.
“I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.”
I am All.
Stripped of forms, I find the unity.
I am you and you are me. Together in the darkness.
Our minds - atoms in this universe. Yet they contain it all.
This is perhaps the greatest truth.
“For indeed, the kingdom of God is within you.”