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I can go beyond and ask, besides your attention, for you to just see me. And beyond you seeing me, I can ask for some room in the background of your thoughts. There, where thinking happens, hovers and vanishes. Once there, I'll remind you: nothing belongs to you, all is impermanent. Let us share the fact in silence, under the sun, in the cold of time.

I cannot keep walking like this. My feet hurt and the road is too long. I’ve asked along the way for people to see me, feed me, give me what to drink and a place to sleep. Now I just can’t anymore. I’ve got to stand so and with such determination that the very way I walk grows unimportant as with every new step I will have walked the whole path, with every new gesture I will have signaled in every direction. In my silence all secrets will have been revealed and each word will have silenced the truth. I will be walking forever, not caring about beginning, continuity or an end to my steps. Because everything is, if only you have an eye for them.

There’s a line between shadow and light. A detail I missed involving your eyes and mine, the endless equation of loss and the gain contained in losing, the threshold equation. I yearn subtly for a voice that words me. And if it fails, I yearn for the wealth of silence. I wish I was seen. Eyes that glimmer. If I could, I would make all the light of the universe converge on this threshold and supress it.