Nothing

First...I am
nothing -
a void that's spread to the
touch all things.

And then at once I am a
kiss against you.

Parting then as sweeping
breeze.



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Often emptiness is viewed and feared in a negative sense. Yet it's the formless breeze that sweeps the earth in pleasure. It's the empty glass that holds the wine. We are in essence formless and empty of the self we know as ego. We are the breeze and the earth in its receiving. We are the glass that delights in the hold of wine and again the wine that gives please to lips and glass. We are all things and still more - yet first we are nothing. But infinite in our becomings.

Peace,
Eric



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