05
May
bit from ‘in it what’s in it’, prakash kona
If I am between morning and night
I am not in any other space.
If for a fraction of an instant I have seen extinction,
I am free of the coils of the mortal world.
I am free of words.
I am free of silence.
I am free of the difference between you and me.
I am free of the longing to be free.
I am free of nothing.
The blank page does not require the written word.