The Answer

To everything, the answer is nothing.

In nothing there is freedom. It is warm and wide; one can turn in it. It is dark there, yet everything can be seen and felt. There is no fear and no pain. We love there, freely. There is no need to let go, because one cannot.

We are, and we go, but there is nowhere to go, because we are already there. The perspective is infinite, at last, curving out into it. The faces are unknown.

She is there. She too is there.

She knows, draws completely.

She looks at me, beautiful, takes my hand and lets it go. I am in love. She goes, steps out, she is not missing, she is.

I live, I am not, I stand there, I stayed. I am connected to her, and I did nothing for this, nor did she. SHE IS.

I am not, in myself not, only in nothing. Because she is there.