Poem: Quiet. Empty.First posted in March, 2004
Quiet. Empty. Thinking of everything and nothing at all. Wanting freedom from emotion, from desire. Wanting not to want. But I do want. Want to sit in the dark, eyes closed, soul still. Want to pull my legs in, watch the fire dance. Want to lie in dry moss, hear the brook sing. I don't want to think. I simply want to be.