The Circle

I stand
at the cusp
of two worlds,
or maybe more -
where will you meet me?

Will you meet me
with your empty self
disappearing
into the centre
of nothingness?
or will you meet me
full of yourself
parading
into the centre
of everything?

Or will you meet me
here, at the edge
that's ever-widening,
where you and I
stand side by side,
poised to take
that small step
together,
just the next one,
into ourselves
and each others'
equal worlds?