What if I was to crumble to dust?
All the things I could do, or would be collapse into nothing.

What if I should vanish forever?
What is the feel of that? What will happen?

It’s a wonderful thing, for it is perhaps the most real state of life.
Yet for some reason we find these things scary, it is beyond.

There is nothing to worry about.
This is what is meant by nothingness.

My mind is not a mirror; it does not have to be polished nor shaped
My mind is not like my body which can be moved and faked.
It is not my giddiness or my fear.

The mind is a void.
How can a void contain dust?
There is no mirror to move or reflect or rust.

If nothing is reality.
Then how can we be happy?
I reply "how can we be sad"?
All the worries of the past and the expectation of tomorrow.

Gone.

All the things that you hold against nothing, are nothing.

We are the sun and the stars; we are the good men and the bad men.
We are the rivers and the rocks; we are the mountains and the fen.

We are all at peace.