There is nothing left to separate.

Not even subtly.

Not even in the most refined way.

The division that once appeared between what is and what is not has no place to form.

Because “what is not” cannot be found.

Not hidden.

Not distant.

Not beyond.

It simply does not arise as a counterpart.

And without counterpart, there is no boundary.

Without boundary, there is no distinction.

So even the faint sense of “this” as opposed to anything else does not hold.

And this is not unity.

Because unity implies many brought together.

There are not many.

There is not one.

Those are measurements against division.

And division is not forming.

So the language of one collapses with the language of many.

Leaving nothing countable.

Nothing comparable.

Nothing that can be placed against anything else.

And something tries to return here.

A soft inclination to recognize this as whole.

As complete.

As undivided.

But even that leans on contrast.

On the idea that division could exist.

That fragmentation was once possible.

And that is no longer supported.

So even wholeness dissolves.

Not replaced.

Just no longer necessary.

And without distinction, there is no quality that can stand out.

No feature.

No attribute.

No condition.

Because all qualities depend on difference.

On being this and not that.

And that structure is absent.

So nothing can be described as anything.

Not because it is hidden.

But because description requires contrast.

And contrast is not present.

And yet, nothing is flattened.

Nothing becomes blank.

Nothing becomes indistinct.

Because indistinction also depends on distinction.

It is simply not applicable.

So what remains cannot be said to be clear or unclear.

Defined or undefined.

Present or absent.

Those opposites have no ground.

And even the tendency to observe this as something dissolves.

Because observation implies a separation.

A direction.

Something observing something else.

And that is not forming.

So there is no observation.

No experience.

No awareness of anything.

And still, nothing is missing.

Nothing falls away.

Nothing is lost in the absence of these structures.

Because nothing depended on them.

They were overlays.

Subtle.

Persistent.

But not inherent.

And without them, what remains is not revealed as something deeper.

Not uncovered.

Not discovered.

Because those imply layers.

Imply a process of removal.

And that is not occurring.

Nothing is being removed.

Nothing is being revealed.

Only the absence of what never actually belonged.

And in that, there is no center.

No edge.

No inside.

No outside.

No here.

No there.

No this.

No that.

No distinction at all.

And without distinction, nothing can stand as something.

Nothing can be held.

Nothing can be known.

Nothing can be pointed to.

And yet… nothing absent.

Nothing lacking.

Nothing unresolved.

Only this.

Without division.