Nothingness
I care for nothingness
of floating backward
in a pool of thought
to be alive
and to revel in it
The thrilling of sences
dreamings and feelings
streatching fingers, toes
I celebrate
the smile of the soul
I care for nothingness
enjoy the exquisit
soft music of life
rhythem that is
sheer pleasure of being
of floating backward
in a pool of thought
to be alive
and to revel in it
The thrilling of sences
dreamings and feelings
streatching fingers, toes
I celebrate
the smile of the soul
I care for nothingness
enjoy the exquisit
soft music of life
rhythem that is
sheer pleasure of being
posted by Sue hardy-Dawson at 6/17/2006 08:49:00 PM
7 Comments:
Finn my nothingness is when I step out of all the often mundain list of things things that must be done and said and tune in to the beauty of creation. I am a little confused on the youryork front is it me missing the obvious?
no sue, not you missing the obvious, that is normally me!
i like the poem. ephmereal? yeah, emphmereal
Ahhh. Nice.
Makes the metronome of the ticking clock into something lulling, pleasurable! Wonderful Sue!
Obviously nothingness is clear as mud, solid for substance, and peacefull, and that's what counts.
beautiful....
Thank-you all for your kind comments
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