Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

all is nothing, nothing is all.
all nothing, the call of a vibrant
something from somewhere otherwise
else, wherever it is, into the insignificant
mist, bliss chased by the infinite tide,
the ride of the wave the size of a
tsunami, wild and free, capsized
into the sea, we dissolve into energy
intuitively, ocean foam rising to the top...
we are simply a drop, each and every one,
into the sum of all and none.

do you hear the sound of the gentle wind chimes?
each whistle of a breeze seizes our listening rhymes,
like an endless tone, to the spirits blown out
from the ocean's core, we're each only a drop
and nothing more.

a beautiful poem floats in the wind chimes

- (beautiful, doreen)

ah, my words are nothing, but their empty sigh is calm and relaxed, full of everything good in the emptiness where nothing is troubled...in a nirvana of peace and appreciated peace.

deep poem, Doreen. Not waving but...Love it.

judih ... wind chimes sing the songs of angels.

joel.... your words are something! they are poetry! peace, calm, relaxed, yes!

dadio ... the words flowed from my pen inspired by a post on another site. I love it when they just flow out naturally. I don't know how good of a poem it is, but it was how i felt at the time and I'm hoping it reads musically.


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Thanks to all for reading and replying so kindly!

it means nothing and everything. beautiful zen ponder. lyrical at turns.

Doreen, this poem means everything!

big HUGS xx

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something from somewhere otherwise
else, wherever it is, into the insignificant
mist, bliss chased by the infinite tide,

you still got it, girlfrien

Mark, Maria, & Scott ... thank you so much! I'm honored that you enjoyed this piece. I appreciate you reading my work.

Apologies for neglecting replying to other people's poetry & other posts lately. I've had a lot on my plate. I'll be back soon to try to catch up!