There is so much space here.
Filled with the empty and still.
Quiet whispers between souls I know,
New bodies mixed with young and old.
There is so much love here.
In grey skies and dying trees.
Gently bending to cold winds caress,
Needing no thought to it's perfect progress.
The stars are still there
Behind light of Christmas morning.
Balance like I'm seeking,
Between nothingness and thinking.
We're all that spaciousness.
Empty and everything.
Smiling and breathing.
Loving and missing.
Present and drifting,
Apart while connecting;
I'll be it all today.
It's in living, that I pray.