Nothingness

Nothingness

My head upon a pillow—
I am still
and ever so silent
listening ONLY to the
hush of wonder.

My mind traces memories
and I recall
their moments
quickly closing their
chapters to rush back
to the ‘nothingness.’

I breathe.
There it is—‘nothing’
and I welcome its
absence.

“Stay, stay,” I cry
as another thought
pushes itself closer
and closer.

I honor the disturbance
welcoming its
inaudible voice with
a polished bow
then whisk it away.

“Nothingness”…you are back!
The moments you were
absent I could not
wait for your return.

This feels like a dance
‘sweet nothingness.”
In our togetherness—
yes, in this hushed womb
of being,
I move without moving.
Yes, my feet do not touch
the floor
only they glaze across
its surface as if we were
skating upon ice.

Union with you, nothingness,
is like being born anew…
sweeter than honey
packed in its comb.

The urgency of the day is
before me
and now I am ready.

I have waltzed in your
emptiness
and licked the last drop
of your essence from
my lips.

Our encounters are
becoming not only moments,
BUT every moment.
‘You Are’—for I am.