~the Constant Inconstant. Poem by Mishaal Javed

~When the mind is bare,
And the basket is empty
When the lie is fair
There is none but plenty.
There is plenty but none
None of the lies
Equal the bareness.
The basket lies
Full of space.
I say in silence;
“The hill is running.”
You say with belief;
“Peace is coming.”
It illuminates and glows;
A fiery blaze,
But water is a fiery friend
So the basket lies
Full of space
I say in silence;
“The hill is running
Away.”