For I Thought

For I thought - A poem offered at the feet of Nothingness as it is revealed by the Cosmos.

For I Thought

I thought I was a stone block, needed to be sculpted.
I waited for the sculptor, who can chisel me into a nice sculpture.
For I thought I need to be chiseled.

One day sculptor came and I was happy upon his arrival.
While the sculptor started chiseling, I was growling with pain,
For I thought I am losing something that belonged to me

Upon the first stroke there fell a large chunk of portion from the block.
I was happy even though there was pain,
For I thought, I am being sculpted.

I cried and cried with pain as the sculptor chiseled and chiseled,
I waited patiently for the sculptor to finish the task at hand.
For I thought, I can be a nice sculpture.

Years have gone by and the chiseling continued,
The big chunks disappeared and small chips started falling,
For I thought, I am being sculpted.

As the chiseling lessened and smoothing has started
One day I asked the sculptor, how long will it take?
For I thought it has been a long time.

Sculptor said "it depends upon you".
I didn't understand what the sculptor said
For I thought I can understand the sculptor.

While I waited patiently, again years have gone by
And the smoothing continued,
One day again I asked the sculptor, how long will it take?
For I thought it has been a long time.

Sculptor said "it depends upon you".
I didn't understand what the sculptor said
For I thought at least now, I can understand the sculptor.

Again I waited patiently, this time lives have gone by
Chiseling and smoothing continued,
One day I took a moment and asked the sculptor, how long will it take?
For I thought it has been a very long time.

This time sculptor answered in a different way,
Sculptor said "as long as you think".
Suddenly in that moment everything vanished

For I thought I was a stone block,
For I thought I need to be chiseled
For I thought I needed a sculptor

For I thought I existed,
Everything existed
For I thought

It was revealed that there was never a stone block,
Neither the sculptor existed nor the sculpture.
What eternally existed is only that Nothingness.

All these moments, I was dreaming
For I thought.