Meditate on these lyrics:
Imagine if you can what it is like to have no possessions at all.
Nothing. Very few people are able to imagine such a thing, to have nothing at all.
Well let us, you and I, try to imagine something a hundred times harder.
Not just to have nothing at all, but when there was nothing at all.
The very beginning of time. The dawn of history. Page one.
Nothing at all.
The earth itself without form, and void.
Only an emptiness, formless, a dark endless waste of water.
No living thing, no plant or tree, no bird or animal.
Nothing.
This is before people. Before anything at all. A void. Sitting silent.
Still.
And then...
Nothing.
Always the question if God created everything, I am of that state of mind, then who or whom created God? When I get to the Pearly Gates my first question will be this. And so the infinite intelligence of everything reflects a Great force
Something spoke breathed the first breath, but who what when where how and why?
Sufi says empty yourself daily and be an empty vessel. Allow my spirit to move you. From empty ness becomes full by an inexhaustible source.
Strange but true.
And then a breath came upon the waters let there be light. Nothing births everything.