This space,
A hairs width,
Just a tiny bit.
Space full with
Lustre and Lack,
Forging silence
Against Virtue.

A space full of
Nothing, and
More. The black
Thoughts, spiral,
Converge as one
And the space is
Full of nothing.

A space or
Place, that
Minds can
Sit, yet
Should not
Sit.

A wasted

Space.

Sit in the
Glory of
Day, and
Bath in
Its Selfless
Ways.

Rise in
The East
Set in
The West
Climb
Higher.