There was no question left. Only the sky, opening. I forgot to breathe, and then I forgot I had forgotten. The cold did not ask me to speak. The mountain did not ask me to stay. I stood like a man with no shadow, and the light came anyway. (Ah...) (Ah...) There was no answer waiting in the clouds, only the slow release of my own hands. I had carried so many questions to the edge, and the edge just stood there, empty and bright, not needing me to understand. (Ah...) (Ah...) It was enough to stand there, and let the light happen without me.
