The Other Side
At the end of a question
I don’t always find answers,
but I do find doors
to new ways of being.
I wore admiration like silk,
but it frayed in silence.
I feared being unseen,
forgot the sky has no label.
I unbuttoned the world
to find its naked truth,
found the breath between thoughts,
the pause that needs no name.
I touched the space
that quiet beauty beyond self,
where you breathe
air from the other side.
I danced with it,
was moved by it,
witnessed it,
and grew quietly through it
and found myself,
once more,
on the other side of the question.
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