I’d want nothing.
If I had nothing,
I’d long for everything.
Everything, nothing
and nothing to everything:
a dot in a circle
and a sphere into a dot:
maybe nothing
fancies everything
so (under the covers)
they love each other
- spirit and form –
and then something is born.
A profound truth - stated with such simplicity. I love this poem.
ReplyDeleteWow!! I love the depth and truth of your poem!! Thanks for sharing, John!
ReplyDeleteRound and round love this one John
ReplyDeletethis is so simple but exquisite.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant,the kind of poetry I like,simple words used to paint a complex picture,quite beautiful.
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