Darkness means as little as the word light.
Knowing you are found yet feeling lost.
There are no problems, no losses, nothing.
Nothing at all, forever and never.
There is no future, past, or present.
Do not fear death as you would,
Fear the day you no longer fight to live.
Coming from absolutely nothing,
Only to return to absolutely nothing.
Just as the white sheet of paper is blank,
is as the way my eyes look to my head.
It is a blank spot, an empty abyss.
Behind this abyss, there is nothing at all.
If I touch the back of my head, there is something.
Yet with only using my eyes, there is nothing.
Trying to picture the touch with only my eyes,
Trying to remember back and back and back.
And behind it
Nothing.
