It was the desert
that did it for Him. The Desert
that taught Him the deep
meaning of Nothingness,
revealed the life that lurks
just beneath the surface
of Death.

It was the long line on the horizon
the pale blue sky kissing
Earth in the distance
that made Him weep at the deep
sleep of life. Only those lost
in the troubled dream of waking
could stand on the vast plane of Nothingness
and see nothing, He thought.

It was the silent snake slithering
across His thigh in the night
that enabled Him to climb
the tree of nails. How else to show
that what comes mute and without warning
can be held in our outstretched arms,
perhaps even cherished in the midst
of so much suffering?

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