Nothing Is Caressed

from a wings

spread, 

nothing is caressed 

...and in this, each bird is 

given flight 

~

Here, nothing is not the absence of anything, but is the clear capacity that allows all things to be. It is the empty embrace of an unconditional love, giving freely of its space for the sake of flight. Nothing, once seen in its promise, is the intimacy that allows every object, each person, a unique contour through existence.  With a spread of wings - nothing is indeed caressed. And we too are given flight. 

Peace,

Eric