The void contains timelessness.
I have been anxious to meet empty
very, very anxious.
I have avoided empty feelings
only to notice empty more prominently.
Sometimes I have saught for empty spaces
nature dressing up the unfathomable
sheltered, I have for brief moments,
relished a deep inhalation of empty air
pregnant with morning dew, ladened with pollens
empty air rushing into gasping, expanded
lung-sacks, permeable organic things
squeezed into companionship among billions
of cells made up of stardust.
The spaces between stars, empty?
Between breaths, universes?
Empty is not so empty: impish a-void-er!
Nothingness vastly embraces and fills you.
Full of space, I step through the portal of this Thursday morning: 6/22/23
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