3 A.M.

3 a.m.
It's important to say
that nothing matters
but the one that is always
already here, the gesture
of a magnanimous hand
sweeping through the void,
the hand of Nobody.

Being goes on without me.
Surrender to what never sleeps.
Abyss enfolds us
with indescribable tenderness
before we are created.

Why not return here
with every breath?
No need to be reminded
when there is no mind.

Love is who I Am
when I make no effort
to be anything else.
Inhalation begins,
but no one is breathing.

Rest in me, Beloved.
I will rest in You.
We were never not pouring
into one another
like currents of stillness.

It is important to say
that nothing matters
but abysmal love.

Collage of my words by Rashani