A Caminhante

I stopped just to breathe... a deep long breath. For a second there was nothing, that kind of nothing that has always been here since the beginning of time. The nothing that exists before the word, before the feeling and before the thought. I want this! I want this nothing that requests nothing. I want this nothing that is among the trees, this invisible nothing that rips through the sky. I want this nothing that emerges from the water, this nothing that melts in the sun. I want this nothing that cannot be explained nor categorized. I want this nothing that lives freely. I want this nothing that means everything.

I have been driven by fear, remorse, anger and sadness. I have blamed myself for every failure. I have cursed my "bad" luck. But at the end of the day I know that everything happens for a reason. Pain has a unique way of teaching us as we are forced to search inside for the one person we cannot run away from: our true self. Gray Zao painting