I do not experience nothingness.
I do not experience a void.
Whatever it is it supports me.
It is invisible, but very definitely there,
Which pleases me.
I feel held.
It is not frightening.
It is not dark.
It could be described as love.
It is all that I am not and everything that I am.
I find this illusion of space and freedom,
The not seeing what holds all together,
In fact, something to be grateful for,
For in this space, of not knowing,
I write my dreams of self.