I Am Nothing

Category Type: Poem,   Jul 23, 2025   Bijay Baidhakota (Views: 295) Like

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There comes a moment in every soul’s journey when words lose their meaning and ambitions fall away like dry leaves in the wind. In that moment, a quiet voice within whispers:

“I am nothing.”

Not in despair.

Not in defeat.

But in awakening.

 

To be nothing is not to be worthless.

It is to shed the illusion of separateness, the mask of identity, the craving to be “someone.”

It is the sacred space between breaths, where the ego finally falls silent.

 

In being nothing, I become everything.

I am not this name, this body, this story I tell the world.

I am not the praise I receive or the shame I fear.

I am not the titles, the scars, the successes, or the failures.

I am the awareness beneath it all.

Still.

Vast.

Unshaken.

 

When I say, “I am nothing,”

I am letting go.

 

Letting go of needing to prove.

Letting go of being right.

Letting go of the fear of disappearing.

 

And in that surrender, I see the truth:

A tree does not try to be a tree.

The river does not strive to flow.

The sun does not seek applause for shining.

 

They simply are — present, whole, free.

So I sit, breathe, and allow life to move through me.

No resistance. No grasping. Just being.

I am nothing. And in that, I am at peace.

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