Here’s the trouble.
You talk to people about non-existence and–darn them!–
they have nothing to say.
What’s there to say about nothingness? the mind thinks
how boring, how mundane, let’s turn the page, keep moving, pour the
next cup of coffee, spill the beans somewhere else.
You want to shout: But, no! Don’t turn away, don’t leave, don’t allow
that shackle of mind to ditch emptiness, to turn it into something unappealing, yesterday’s ho-hum, what’s interesting here anyway?
I want to shout: but nothingness is everything! It’s everything we’re dreaming about as we buy, buy, buy
as we seek entertainment, fun, happiness! As we seek and peek
for Santa’s next gift it’s been here all along, all year long, in eternity.
It’s peace so peaceful you relax into holy communion.
It’s love so compassionate your heart accepts everything, even the
It’s song so clear, so pure, so full!
It’s embrace of your dearest beloved, your bitter enemy.
It’s allowing every quibble, lonely tear, angry fist without
condemning quibble, tear, fist.
It’s joy so sweet the sense of you shatters into a million hugs.
Yet, I’m not telling the truth. Toss this poem into a muddy ditch!
Nothing can describe the nothingness our mind imagines.
Anything uttered is not that, not that, not that.
Don’t be intimidated by a thought that says the lake is too unfathomable, too deep.
Only if we want to get wet, to realize we and the water are the very same amazing nothing
we’ve been running from in so many stories we tell about only
fleeting sparkles of something.