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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

10 Comments:

Blogger finnegan said...

How do we "get" nothingness? Being the ultimate paradox of the mind, we can only "feel".

I have (somewhat) posted a comment to Cocaine's comment in youryork (sure) honor (somewhat).

You'll see what I mean.

Verification Word PHUGR I'm hitting on all the verification word cylinders now!

3:53 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

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?

7:06 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

no sue, not you missing the obvious, that is normally me!
i like the poem. ephmereal? yeah, emphmereal

10:07 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

"floating backwards in a pool of thought"- I agree with CJ: I like the ephemeral quality of this poem

11:42 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Ahhh. Nice.

1:22 AM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

Makes the metronome of the ticking clock into something lulling, pleasurable! Wonderful Sue!

2:15 AM  
Blogger skelety said...

Beautiful poem, Sue! Keep it up... ^

5:07 PM  
Blogger Echo said...

Obviously nothingness is clear as mud, solid for substance, and peacefull, and that's what counts.

4:27 AM  
Blogger Poetry by Kai said...

beautiful....

4:03 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thank-you all for your kind comments

7:34 PM  

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