In the Landscape of my Silence

This is the landscape of my silence.
This is the space within.
Vast, expansive, limitless and undefined.
This is where time has no presence.
This is where my desires cease.
This is when my outward search is relieved.
This is when I am found in the knowledge that there is no one to find.
No one yet everyone, everyone yet no one.
A realm without form.
A realm without senses.
A realm without thought.
This is the end of my searching.
This is my peace.
This is my home.
This is my only true existence.