Empty Space in Resonance
Another word on my lips
and I wish to be silent.
Another story on my mind,
and I wish to be empty.
Deep within the hollowness.
There is sound and depth never be found.
And still, it is singing in the vibrant hollow space.
Turning the inside out, with no inside to begin with.
Looking into the eyes of the unspeakable, no eyes to look, no ears to hear, no I to feel…
There is sound carrying on and on and on. HmmmHmmm….
All the time, every time, there is sound and empty space in resonance.