Brother Tom at the Fish Market Window in Seattle — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Nothingness
Staring out the window
nothing comes into view,
fog drafts off the sound
It doesn’t matter
if nothing is seen,
gaze drafts afar
Even the usual seagulls
are overlooked,
even their calls
It is as if my senses
have ceased,
for the duration
Standing at the window
in my solitude,
fade into nothingness
Yet, still waiting
in my loneliness,
the vacuum to end.
— kenne
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Japanese Garden Pagoda — Image by kenne
“What we see as death, empty space,
or nothingness is only the trough between the crests
of this endlessly waving ocean. It is all part of the illusion
that there should seem to be something to be gained in the future,
and that there is an urgent necessity to go on and on until we get it.
Yet just as there is no time but the present,
and no one except the all-and-everything,
there is never anything to be gained—
though the zest of the game is to pretend that there is.”
— Alan Watts
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