Reflecting on the up and down motion of life,
The cycling through decay
All came to nothing.
The in and out struggle of existing
The you The buck The bread
All came to nothing.
Yet in a positive relief
The lifting of the mantle
An expression.

I stood before the well
It opened,
I saw such space, I thought
I filled with my activity.
The crystal dot that was my
Harmony retreated
And face to face
Life came to me as nothing.

A secret opened then
A burden of belief
Shattered by experience
Swept away by understanding.
A ring barked trunk rooted
in illusion
supped dry
And in my glimpse of freedom
Left asking -
If nothing, then why.