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Nothing


 
 
Today, for a time, I am more red rock cliff than river. 
I sit and do not do. 
Perhaps some part of me crumbles. 
I do not resist the crumbling. 
I do not resist stillness. 
I am weary of resisting. 
So weary that today 
I promised myself
I would make time for nothingness. 
What pleasure I found in not rushing, 
not rising, not streaming, not traveling to, 
not coming from. 
Why have I put off, again and again,
the chance to be intimate
with nothing? 
Yesterday, when I heard myself 
tell a friend my experience of nothing 
is what I think God is, 
then I wondered why I fill my hours 
with so much everything? 
So today I cliff. I rock wall. 
I sandstone. I canyon. 
I sit still and undo 
and meet the great nothing 
that holds up everything.

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