question

the black attract things; the cosmos embrace all the light. in the black there’s no question; the cosmos let no one out.

putting a step forward, I realize there is no return. ... ... the black embraced me.

me: let me return. I have desires... the black: question is the sorrow of the dead. me: have I passed away? the black: another question?! maybe there were one door for your return; but you closed that too.

every question is a doubt opening ten doors of knowledge but sealing thousands of enlightenments.

2010