Monday, March 17, 2025

Nothing is always open*

 


Nothing is always open*


All around us is a thing called space

It is the essence of nothing that sits in place

A void that carries many things that are within

Really has no ending or a place to begin

But yet it is real that we cannot see and does exist

It is of its own unity in oneness and does not resist

Allowing so much in the Universe to be free

And give movement to all outlines as we can see


Dom*Colucci 2013

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