past the gates
the summit of my being,
is insignificance
the peak of eloquence,
silence
the realisation of all realities,
submergence in non-matter
the destination,
dust of annihilation’s scatter
W.E.
Gratitude can only be shown through action.
I tip toe towards my ultimate gratitude,
that is having nothing left to say,
no more questions, no more noise, no more vibrations.
There will be no more confusion,
as everything will just be,
and I’ll go from being,
to becoming,
to vanishing.
It all just is,
there is nothing nihilistic about it,
I’m ever the optimist in it’s lather,
where it all at once, does and does not matter.
W.E.
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