Emptiness: A Meditation


Echoing within
A gnawing pit of emptiness,
Resisted, feeling.

Gulfs and Such

Upon the edge I sit,
Staring across
A gulf of white,
Brutal, bitter, cold
Sings it’s song
Of death and delight.
And I know, within
My being’s depths
That the path across
Is life, vigorous and true,
Fully, finally alive.