There was nothing
Not the nothingness
Of emptiness
Rather nothings fullness
Filled to overflowing
Cascading, pouring through
The mind’s crevices
Expanding into
Unexpected completeness
Nothing that wasn’t nothing
But rather, was complete
Completely silent, while
The question hung, unspoken
The answer heard
In the silence of nothing
Feelings stilled
Captured, condensed
Extracted to its essence
The resonance, reverberating
Circling out into the nothing
It was there,
In the reverberating circle
Within the nothingness
The fullness, the profusion
Of love’s wild opulence

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