Growing hands out of pure nothing.
Hands to hold the world.
A body attached to nothing at all.
No light, just nothing.
Only nothing can hold everything.
Nothing is kind, welcoming all.
No thing there, from where You see.
You are Capacity, for the world to happen.
As the boundless container, for the sky, for the land, for the water, for the beings.
It's all you. Your light.
You are the spark behind all eyes.
The infinite invisible.