I wonder, from a place of nothingness,
Does something truly ever bloom?
If we add one to zero,
From where does that “one” come?
I wonder, from a place of nothingness,
Does something truly ever bloom?
If everything were filled equally,
What could we say exists there?
If everything were filled equally,
What could we say exists there?
If everything were “one,”
What else could there be besides that one?
If we subtract one from one,
To where does that “one” disappear?
I wonder, from a place of nothingness,
Does something truly ever bloom?
If everything were filled equally,
The addition or subtraction of one would change it all.
That is the feeling I have.
