Emptiness, a deep sense of nothing
A feeling of what is ‘not’
That which stirs and moves
But lies hidden in layers of emotion
A stone on still water
Causing ripples in one direction
What starts ends sooner or later
Stillness and emptiness settles in once more
Emptiness reflects beingness
There’s nothing, which means something
The pain and uneasiness remain
In a place where we have never been
What if I die today?
Will my emptiness go away?
But where will I go today?
Behind my emptiness, with it or leaving it behind today?