we share
we share
nothing
not the nothing of ease
not the nothing of freedom
not the nothing of carrying water
or cutting wood
but the crushing nothing
the no thing
of no line
to complete the other
lines
of the poem
the nothing of
no pair
of parallel
eyes
to see myself
being seen
or to see
with mine
the
nothing of just me
‘till…
seeing with these eyes
completing that verse
finishing those chores
the no thing becomes
divine…….just…..adjust……just…..now….
…the no thing becomes…….everything…..
love all…..
p.s……quiet silence……no thing…
thank you again for reading – quiet silence
Thank you for putting this into words.
writing is a form of meditation – isn’t it? i think that’s why i do it – it compels me… the work is not me – and that is a relief…
EB
Oh Elizabeth, your poetry is marvelous! and your visual work!
I’m really going to enjoy reading and seeing you! 🙂
Just keep writing. 🙂
This is wonderful. It reads like a climbing down slowly from a great height, to firm ground. Just wonderful.
Pearl
I am very glad you like it – your comments are always so insightful.
It was a difficult climb down …. but I am on firmer ground.
EB
I enjoyed yr work here/ thanx for sharing
I’ll return to investigate some of yr other work