with
no ideas,
no words
no thoughts,
there is just
silence.
Pristine
spacious
translucent.
primal.
To try and find it
with a tool,
such as a
thought
or a word is
like eating soup
with a fork.
There’s nothing
to mess up,
the silence
is always here.
Nothing matters.
So simple,
so outrageous,
so delicious.
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