Seeking no escape from intoxicating, but ecstatic, feel of nothingness.

But one needs to ask,

Meaning it,

This same question she asked

To get the same answer she got.

“Nothing.”

In the same way

The roots ask the soil,

And the branches ask  the skies,

Seeking no escape from intoxicating,

But ecstatic, feel of nothingness.

Knowingly or unknowingly,

To escape from this simply disturbing,

But intoxicating, question,

One may resort to hide

Within the veils of

Power and richness,

Fame and social relevance,

Boasting or worshiping

Claiming or adoring,

Engaging or earning

Possessing or owning.

Such their engagements of

Prayers and possessions

Power and richness,

Actions and intoxication

Won’t do good to cover and fill

The real hole and hollowness of nothing

In which God and truth hide and sleep.

The true nothingness in and of the whole.