Nothing

That which eludes me, overcomes me.
Absence is ever-present, and consumes me.
And in that Emptiness do I find my peace.
In my loss, there in my empty hands, is
the greatest of gifts. In nothing is my hope,
for it is the beginning of wisdom,
and the end of my sorrow.
In what I do not have, I do not fear.
There is no knowledge to challenge,
no power to defend. There is no love to protect.
I am the invisible Observer of All Things,
and I find I have nothing to say.