When I let go of yearning
knowing became me
like a crevice widening me apart
like a volcano erupting me in slow motion
like an ocean moving mountains of me into a valley,
depth became me
without my asking for anything but of myself
in the shadow of silence the stillness moved me without movement
and no more was the question
and no more was the answer
and no more was the thinking
and no more yearning for the knowing that it became

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