I sometimes find
I stop and stare
And look around
There's nothing there
I close my eyes
And inward find
The Nothing that s
Inside my mind
here I see my
memory banks
filled with love
and grateful thanks
the treasures of
the unspoken look
and laughter, love
in every nook
I open my eyes
And there's nothing there
But the birds in the trees
And the Wind in my hair
The clouds in the sky
As they make their own form
The colours of the world
Which make me feel warm
I feel so lucky
To have friends that care
a SOUL full of love
I'm happy to share
Nothing is Everything
But then, I suppose….
Everyone's Nothing
Has it is its own rose….
