The only way to merge with the Absolute is to be nothing. For as long as you try to be something, you remain apart, a shadow chasing its own shape. Only way to become nothing is surrendering "you". When become nothing, the illusion of “I” falls away. And in that falling, there is no longer a “you” who merges. There is only the Absolute, already whole. It was never two, it was always One.  The body moves with the moment without you. Breath rises and falls, steps are taken, words are spoken, all without a doer, all without a center. The body was born, and the body will die, but you were never inside it. What you called “me” was only the accumulation of thoughts, a whisper that claimed: “I live here, inside this body, and I act.” But look closely, the body acts without you, the heart beats without asking, the hand lifts a cup without an owner. You are not inside the body. The body appears inside you. The body belongs to earth and returns to earth, but you are the vast sky in which the body flickers like lightning. To be nothing is to die before dying  and in that death of the false, love remains, uncaused, unending. The body moves, the world flows, but you are the silent witness, untouched. When the flute is hollow, the Divine breath sings through it. When “you” are gone, only Allah’s song remains. With Love.