I am not

I am not! 

I am not that I am aware of.

Where my every awareness of everything ceases,
Where my awareness of my intellect also ceases,
Where I am stripped off naked, burnt, exhumed,
Of all my impressions and the I no longer exists,

There in that gentle, soft, supple presence of Nothingness,
Revelling silently to the unknown, lost, burnt, dead,
To let it know that there was, is and will ever be Nothing.