Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Nothingness




There was
Always
Something
To do

There was
Always
Someone
To help

There was
Always
Somewhere
To go

There was
Always, the
Frenetic
Feverishness

That mocked
Us, with
Monotone
Monotony

Gnawing at
Our dis-ease
The virus
Of modernity

Coursing through
Us, with restless
Agitation and
Inferior insecurity

II

There was
Always
God

All seeing
All knowing
All intrusive

A recurrent
Theological infection
In the family’s DNA

Why wait
For judgement
Day

Double the
Effect and
Start today

The strain
Of salvation, a
Constant insecurity.

Faith’s amputation
The only remedy
For God’s intrusion

III

I have
Done, with
The all, the

All seeing
All knowing
All intrusive,

I have
Done, with
The always

Something
Someone
somewhere

I listened for
God, and he
Did not speak

I listened to
People, and they
Spoke to much

Now I
Hear, the
Echo of silence

The siren song
Of stillness
Sings to me

The sweet
Eternity
Of Nothingness

That nothingness
Which is not
Nothingness

But the presence
Of stillness
Completeness

The soundlessness
That absorbs
God

The quiet
That drowns
People’s voices

Nothingness
Calls to
Me

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