no name calls me,
no shadow waits for me at anyone’s door.
I have shed the mirror of people,
I no longer see myself in their eyes,
nor weigh my soul by their scales.
I am nothing…
and this is my sacred emptiness,
this vastness untouched by definition.
When I fell from everyone’s account,
an unseen hand carried me,
and led me into the secret of being.
No chains remain,
no fear survives
for what belongs to no one
can never be lost.
I am nothing
yet in this nothingness,
I am closest… to everything.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 1:30 AM UTC
no name calls me,
no shadow waits for me at anyone’s door.
I have shed the mirror of people,
I no longer see myself in their eyes,
nor weigh my soul by their scales.
I am nothing…
and this is my sacred emptiness,
this vastness untouched by definition.
When I fell from everyone’s account,
an unseen hand carried me,
and led me into the secret of being.
No chains remain,
no fear survives
for what belongs to no one
can never be lost.
I am nothing
yet in this nothingness,
I am closest… to everything.
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