Ruminating with Rumi
When the last star goes out, the dust of existence will spread across the face of the deep once again. Existence starts with emptiness. It is from emptiness that all arises. It is to emptiness that all returns.
There is an emptiness that is nowhere. Call it consciousness, although it cannot be named, for it cannot be described because it has no distinctions and there is nothing with which to compare it. Consciousness is all that there is.
Consciousness is possibility—an eternal field of infinite possibility. It is in this consciousness of possibility that you fathom existence and create your life. You think you are separate, but you cannot separate from consciousness and consciousness cannot separate from you. There is not you and consciousness. There is consciousness—whole, complete, perfect, eternal. It is the womb of existence.
You cannot call consciousness by a name and keep it real. Naming consciousness brings it into existence. To be named is to exist. Consciousness has no name. It is reality. The me of the body is known by name. It is not real. It can be described by its distinctions. The me of the body is separation. You experience separation as the universe and the world in which you live.
Do not dwell on this and that. Instead, be witness to your body. Observe its thoughts, emotions, and actions. Do not accept them as real. They are not your reality. Your reality is that which I AM. There is no other than I AM. You are consciousness in existence, or the whole of the all. You will be around when the last star goes out.