Just all and nothing

I stood beyond myself
gazing upon the loveliest of stars
the glittering piece that is nothing
that is everything
yet still just a star
with a name
given its place in the portal of time
which itself is nothing
and it hangs suspended
in the things that make such things happen
and it doesn’t matter why
or who or when
and if it fell
what then would change
if it is nothing
and everything.
I stood beside myself
which is just an element
a tiny speck in the big picture,
but it’s that
just a picture created by
names and things taught
and I must slip into the space
caught between everything
and nothing
to be all in the evolution
of a million things that are the same
yet different
but all a whole
when you look at it
in the ways
of the now.