
i drive up to my favorite spot
for some serious stargazing,
and as my eyes adjust to the
inky blackness of the night,
i find myself suddenly on
the edge of a rocky crag,
hanging precariously over
a yawning, endless void–
the abyss of nothingness.
i want to cling to the world
for if i should lose my grip,
i might tumble into it;
in time, i know i will.
–photo by me
What a beautiful poem!!! I read the abyss of nothingness as the consciousness of no-thing-ness i.e. spirit and freedom from clinging as a surrender of our forgetting who we are in essence where heaven is home… a different way of seeing the cosmos and this world… 🤩😍🤗🥰💖✨
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I started answering your comment twice, and had to start over, because I have a lot of thoughts on the nothingness or abyss. However,as a human, I can only wonder.
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You are wonder- full 💕✨
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no sense in rushing things, Michael 🙂
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good point, John, got a lot more poems to write…
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Whoa! What an amazing piece! Watch your step, sir!
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I’m still “hanging in there”, thanks, Jay!!
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What a poignant piece!
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Thank you very much!!
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