Again the same voice taken to your core
Placed your emotion down
Down for the word
Or self saying
'Nothing is you'
Melt your feeling to find me
If my voice again can remind you
Let love that word as much as i do
As nothing is somewhere in a space
The space where the opportunities hidden
Tell me where can do we start?
If everything is finished
So let our new begin
Wild white skin
Just another solitary paper
Where nothingness is the only story
Till there's a simple touch discover on it
Filled the spaces along the drawn lines
Painted then with technicolors
For now become a masterpiece
With a different story
Glory maybe?
We began as nothing
To rise and become something
Would you try remember this story
A masterpiece that once was a paper white
Say me your life may not high
Upon the height of the mountain
What built it is by nothing, nothing!
Only a sand stacked on the other sands
Together with rock along the same land
Nothingness climb from sea to atmosphere
And towering a place where beautiful scenery it be
How nothingness creating to be great something
Nothing is nothing when we do nothing for something
In comparison between souls
May sometimes feel you are nothing,
Again another story for you to remember
Arrogance is a beauty for blindness my dear
People owning diamonds, more than what i have, water
I am sorry, just because nothing only water i can share you
That they can buy you bottles with their every sparkling stones
Thirst while travel in the desert with diamonds whole your body
All your diamonds are cheaper than a few drop of my water
I have nothing than your pricey things to relief my thirst
I will not jealous if you drink your boxes of diamonds
Enough me for I'll drink my cheap water only
Even my water just nothing than your gems
This nothingness even satisfy me more
In nothingness
Of what we have and in self
Oh my dear, where we are now
Still at the beginning, not yet to end
While nothing we own, only own a start
What you have let it build all you something
Even nothing is all you have in hands
It can bring things something
Because something come from nothing
Nothing is a beginning where everything start
Who you are now
Nothing to someone?
Greatness is always behind, and...
Waiting to come after a move to start
everything starts from nothing abd becomes everything. lovely write
I see the paper every day and try to paint with my words.A really beautiful poem that needs no explanation but it was nice to have one all the same. Comes from a beautiful soul Thanks fro sharing BB : O)
Hmmmmmmm it was beautiful. Thanks for inviting to read. I like the metaphorical use of white paper.
Great imagery, Soul! If one is the paper, does one require another for the ink? So much to think about here. You have linked self-worth and creation in a relationship that describes how we may go from a sensation of 'nothing' to 'greatness'. A terrific poem, Soul.
Nothing can now start to be something While something can be anything As greatness also come from nothing If you feel you are nothing, just think ........ touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem shared. Thanks for sharing.
A poem can begin from a few simple lines written on a piece of paper. Then those lines are carefully analyzed and scrutinized to the point that they become something of value. Something great from nothing has appeared. An inspiring write.
Greatness is always behind, and... Waiting to come after a move to start great write but need confidence in yoursel. i appreciate your ink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful stories and images woven into melodious verses to express a giant truth. From nothing to something to greatness. Still my good friend, for some, nothingness is a high good as well. Some people consider it a lofty aim to expereince the nothingness when we stop our endless train of thoughts I love the inspiration that goes out from the poem It is giving a person who is down a wonderful reason to stand up and start painting on the canvas of life. Use their own talents, be it those of water or those of diamonds Only if our worth is appreciated by ourselves, can others appreciate it Oh yes, Soul, a great piece of art is here Thought provoking, flowing over with good meaning Excellent work