Feb 26, 2015

Some mornings there is just nothing.
nothing to motivate or inspire and nothing to discourage.
No want or need for more.
The nothing has no color yet when I think of nothing it is gray.
Nothing is not a room or a place. It is no place. It is the absence of all I know.
It is the unknown, the unknowable
neither comfortable nor threatening.
soundless and un-seeking a vibrational signature
within the nothing I seek the sound of my heartbeat, my breath, my footfalls.
I seek the comfort of me, not the doing me, the being me..

Dreamcatcher BF
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