Something to carry with you, for when you re-enter the nothingness


The nothingness, by doing nothing, created you, and I am grateful.
By doing nothing, it can create the place you best belong.
Perhaps this was that place.
Perhaps that place needs this one, 
to get anywhere you must travel -through- something.

I think we all travel toward where we -can- feel peace.  
Where we -can- feel Joy.  
I think we dig a tunnel to it, all of us together.
Through all space, all time, all that is not nothing. 
I think part of us is already there. 
Always have been, always will be.

I think that our reaching for that place is what even allows us to BE.
We, as everything that is not nothing, reached there.
What we became reached back, empowered by that brilliant place.
It is our own hand which pulled us from the dark. 


Perhaps the nothingness is just that, the resulting null when
the best possible, and the worst possible, overlap and cancel. 

The darkness does not reach back, unless you reach for it.