The Space Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Space


Silence is not totally quiet it has an Om
A chant of the everlasting and soothes a restive heart.
I used to be a warrior a hero of every war fought,
Now I hear the Om and see moss on stones.
On a painting I saw time’s little sister she shimmered
Above ground and is the air I breathe.
What was important is now hollow only beauty prevails.
The everlasting is all around me as I walk on a lane of
sea sand and crushed shells, time’s little sister smiles,
tells me nothingness is the highest prize.