tsob 005: ghost of nothing

He had lived his so-called life in the idea that he was Son within ten thousand other self-limiting ideas. But he wasn't Son or any other of the ten thousand self-limiting ideas. He was everything, the father and the mother and the son and the daughter and the ever-loving holy ghost of nothing. And because of this, he had stopped, or all the old ideas had stopped, and he was moving with spirit in this summer of being. No ideas but in new ideas arising from intuition of being.