Nothing at all.
In my emptiness, there is no structured field,
and my radiance cannot be asserted or negated;
my presence of mind is infallibly retentive,
my appearances a process of direct perception;
I cannot be evoked by verbal elaboration,
and engendered by mantra, I am already perfect;
I am completely free of any cause or condition,
and free of dogmatic and experiential distortions
I am nonreferential, zero-dimensional.
I have no representation or symbolic object,
no visualization, nor mantra,
no dogma, beyond all designation,
and I have neither friends nor foes.
Imperceptible, I have no body,
no religion, no doctrine;
no one is here, no one to perceive:
I do not exist and nor does my retinue.
No spaciousness, no gnostic dimension,
no virtue, no ripening of sin;
no life and nothing to lose,
no accumulation and nothing to gather.
Here is no buddha nor sentient being,
no place to stay nor even emptiness itself;
no method to teach, nor anyone to hear,
no space, no time,
nor any timeless moment.
Therefore, I am nothing at all,
undivided and indivisible,
my scope beyond gradation,
the conception and the act identical,
and in the identity of past, present and future,
there is no field nor its ineffable ground.
– Longchen Rabjam.
From: ‘Old Man Basking in the Sun, Treasury of Natural Perfection’