The other side

 

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.