Nothing is a thoughtful word
that we take for granted.
Nothing is everything it’s not.
It is not a word.
Yet we use one to describe it.
It is not a sound.
Yet we say that we hear it.
It is not a place.
Yet we hate when we’re nowhere.
It is not a feeling
Yet we try desperately to feel it.
It is not a person.
Yet there are so many nobodies.
It exists as something it simply isn’t.
Yet I fear it is God and Truth –
Everything.
So why then, in its infinite existing inexistence,
this void that is being without being,
do I exist?
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 5:24 PM UTC
Nothing is a thoughtful word
that we take for granted.
Nothing is everything it’s not.
It is not a word.
Yet we use one to describe it.
It is not a sound.
Yet we say that we hear it.
It is not a place.
Yet we hate when we’re nowhere.
It is not a feeling
Yet we try desperately to feel it.
It is not a person.
Yet there are so many nobodies.
It exists as something it simply isn’t.
Yet I fear it is God and Truth –
Everything.
So why then, in its infinite existing inexistence,
this void that is being without being,
do I exist?
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