Nothing is everything..

 

Nothing is everything

And there seems

An instant freedom

A seeming engagement

With all of life 

And the written word..

Resonances lit by

Nothing is everything..

Something of a glow

Perhaps...

Winter

Sweeping cold

Biting the skin

And a seeming

Endurance..the 

January time..

The year's beginning..

Yet this story with

Its fanciful times

May melt into a

Glow of wholeness 

Summer not separate

From winter...

Words

Already empty

Nothing at all

Before a voice

Tells a story..and

Words are

Vehicles for a

Story's separation..

Maybe

Miraculous

Words...