Sunday, July 13, 2014

Nothing

There was nothing
Not the nothingness
Of emptiness
Rather nothings fullness
Filled to overflowing

Cascading, pouring through
The mind’s crevices
Expanding into
Unexpected completeness
Nothing that wasn’t nothing

But rather, was complete
Completely silent, while
The question hung, unspoken
The answer heard
In the silence of nothing

Feelings stilled
Captured, condensed
Extracted to its essence
The resonance, reverberating
Circling out into the nothing

It was there,
In the reverberating circle
Within the nothingness
The fullness, the profusion
Of love’s wild opulence


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