In my Empty Hands

In my empty hands -without even trying, fits something larger than the all.

I don't make any effort, I don't come near or far.
In my empty hands, there is something larger than what's most large.
It is the emptiness, it is the nothing and that is the reason that I understand what is incomprehensible of the nothing.

Author and Artist: Oscar Basurto Carbonell
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