I yearn for nothing.
I seek nothing.
I desire nothing.
My mind is everything, everywhere, every-need.
My mind spins and loops and jump and wiggles and wobbles.
I need nothing.
I need the peace that comes from silence.
I need the moment that comes between the moments.
I need nothing.
Yet I continue doing everything.
I continue working down the nub.
I am worn.
I am spent.
I am good for nothing.
Yet I avoid nothing.
I am afraid of nothing.
I feel like I must do everything.
I must try something.
What can be accomplished with nothing?
Nothing.
What can be accomplished with everything?
Nothing.
If I do nothing to get to nothing.
I am left with nothing.
If I do everything to get to nothing.
I am left with nothing, but I am also spent.
Nothing is inevitable.
Yet I fight nothing.
Nothing will save me.
Nothing can be lost.
Nothing will come from nothing.
Namaste,
Kevin
