Nothingness

We are all created. Born. We all begin. And as we begin, we all end.

Worlds and souls. We exist to become one with nothingness.

We come, we go, we see how it happens.

As we see, we begin to think, to understand. Belief and knowledge. We learn only to tell.

Stories of breathing, running, fighting, sleeping.

Stories of life.

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A star is born

Forget what we know. Let us forget what we believe. Let us close our eyes to what we see.

What we see is blackness. Infinity. Nothing.

Light threads are drawn through our darkness. Woven by a spider which seems to carry all the colors within.

Does she know what she is doing?

She spins, she weaves, she follows a plan.

One to the left, upwards, and back, forwards again, over this, past that, follow the trail and find the center.

She spins, she weaves, she creates what she sees.

Trying to understand, the search for knowledge, we fail at faith.

What we see makes no sense. What we expect may not be.

She has achieved whatever she wants. She rests, we wait, nothing happens.

Nothing. Until something happens.

She falls. Falls from her work of art, our field of view. She falls out of nowhere. Falls on a colorless thread.

What remains behind is not a jumble of threads. No abstract image. No mess.

Gone are the threads, the confusion. What remains is a glow.

A star.

Change

Forget what we know. Let us forget what we believe. Let us close our eyes to what we see.

What we see is a leaf.

It falls, it floats. Where does it come from? Where does it go?

Carried by the wind, it explores the world, nature, its home. Follows the whisper, surrenders to the lure.

It spins, turns, rises, and descends. It sees what has never been seen before.

Has the decision been made?

Slow, so slow. Change comes with time.

From the leaf, a feather, from the feather, a bud.

The bud blossoms.

Reveals a fairy.