Space Between the Field
Void of all character rumination,
pre-transmuted vibratory thought.
Blank page, a clean slate,
darkened space between the field.
Worldly crumbles, peach cobbler underlying truths,
lost transmission, not yet dreamt into being.
Aristotelians, Stoics alike, blank space,
Taylor Swift singing of tabula rosa.
Written name, word, printed galaxies,
stars remaining same, interpreted self awaits.
Into the void we go, quieting mind as it may,
non-existent, space between the field.
Into the field we go, answers awaiting,
goosebumps painting the mound, silent memories Akashic.
Sitting as cosmos’ pillar to reality, scrapbook unscathed,
pen to paper, brush to Canvas, hearts’ song recorded.
De Anima penning, depicted all the same,
body spirit convergence, empty Canvas embrace.
Sitting within sadness and despair, voids entrance,
tubular, hollow bone, interpreted cerebration.
Acceptance darkened void, blank space,
creative juices launch, nourishing soul-body being.
Papaya orange Guava, POG the shortened,
tastiest libation, Universal flow, space between the field.
~ Ani Po
https://josephlieungh.medium.com/into-the-void-7fde1c0ba3b6
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