Nothing comes
and when nothing comes
what is left?
There is the stillness that
fills the spaces in between thought
and action,
the spaces that spur
movement
or paralyze in fear
When nothing comes
you have no choice
but to go there
To seek rather
than be sought
to find the knowing
that is buried
in plain sight
To wear the crown of jewels
that is meant for only you,
to sit on the backwoods throne
of woven twigs
haloed with a canopy
of fallish falling leaves
crunching under bare feet
calling you home to the place
where trickling, holy water
lights the path,
to the place you seek
in your waking dreams,
to the golden light
of creation energy
and the stillness of the places
in between…
…to create something
from nothing
©SpiritLed