Nothing and everything.
Zero and infinity.
Moving closer and farther away.
The race is on in one giant circle.
Leaving home just to return to it
In a day or a lifetime.
No guarantees about tomorrow,
As there is no such thing.
The breath is here and now, only now.
The taste of nothing and everything.
The pen is moving quickly while the impatient mind scurries it along and the words... They just keep arising out of nothing into infinite interpretations.
The reader has a choice in all his matters,
If only the experience of nothingness were to overwhelm the experiencer. Until all is clear. And all you can really do is glide along in the effortless flow, bathed in the warmth of and swallowed by the abyss.
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