Limbus - The World between

What if we are already there?

Limbus

Not fully dark, nor bathed in light,
a threadbare bridge between the fight—
eternal, yet in constant twist,
where endings start and starting ends,
Śūnyatā calls, Nirvāṇa bends.

Where longing lingers, tethered tight,
between the dawn and endless night.
Not cursed, not crowned, not cast away,
not yet embraced in golden day.

We wait, we dream, we think, we live,
and yet the pattern never shifts.
Where one life ceases to exist,
it simply drifts—the dance persists.

Inspiration

This poem is inspired by the idea that we exist in a realm suspended between the transcendent light and the transcendent dark—a world neither wholly one nor the other, but caught in the balance of both. Like a pendulum between opposing infinities, we move through a space where endings and beginnings blur, where existence is neither salvation nor damnation but an eternal unfolding.

Here, in this liminal space, yin and yang entwine, neither overcoming the other, bound in an unceasing dance. We are the breath between inhale and exhale, the twilight between day and night, the silence between notes in an endless symphony of becoming.

This concept resonates deeply with the idea of biblical limbo, a realm where souls neither ascend to divine radiance nor descend into eternal darkness. Limbo, in theological thought, is a waiting place—neither paradise nor perdition, but a space of unresolved potential. Much like our own reality, it is a plane of tension, of transition, where meaning is sought but never fully grasped, where we dwell between certainty and the unknown, ever yearning for transcendence yet bound by the weight of the present.

Between the known and the unknown, between light and shadow, there lies the space where we wait, where we search, where we become.

Keep being curious! 🌱❤️😊