thin and fragile threads are what holds me
I'm about to fall and I'm afraid
I'm afraid, but I want to fall
So I let go
The threads tear one by one
in an insignificant fragment of time
and I fall
No violence took part
and understanding showed itself
New threads formed inside me,
and they found their way through me
and they went out and reached everything
Existance begun
I was a part of the world
and the world was also mine
No proof was ever required
