Nothing to laugh;
Nothing to weep,
Nothing to die for;
Nothing to live,
Nothing to hate,
Nothing called fate,
Nothing is full,
Nothing is empty,
Nothing is material,
Nothing is spiritual,
Nothing to expect,
Nothing to pray,
Nothing to sleep;
Nothing to awake,
Nothing is real;
Nothing is illusion,
Everything is nothing;
I embrace now that exists in nothing,
I adorn nothingness;
It throbs me into its stillness,
It puts a blissful countenance;
It fills my perception to contentment,
I want it, and yet its nothing I want;
It sends me to above and beyond,
I am just a glass of water;
Neither empty, nor full,
Neither delighted, nor despondent,
Not anything, nothing at all! !
Nothingness is a form of completion;
It doesn't require any justification,
I see "HIM"through my clairvoyance;
To intensify my sense of nothingness,
Where there is no reason for anything;
Neither fright, nor twitchiness,
As I am in my world of nothingness! !
Sense of nothingness! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Nothingness is a form of completion; It doesn't require any justification, I see " HIM" through my clairvoyance; To intensify my sense of nothingness, ...... such a wondeful sense of non-attachment you are spreading here to all your readers in PH. thank you. for the philosophy. tony
Well conceived and nicely brought forth with conviction. An insightful work of art.
Very impressive write, Vinita. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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It puts a blissful countenance; It fills my perception to contentment, I want it, and yet its nothing I want; It sends me to above and beyond, A good poem. tony