There lies in this world
Open spaces and voids where perhaps
Something had for but a time, dwelled there.
But now we see the same place
And it seems empty and sad,
A shell of its former self
Waiting to be filled
Waiting for something.
I close my eyes and feel the calm fill
Higher and higher rising
Like water in a rain swollen river,
Like snow beyond the window.
The heart too, works in this magical way,
As we imagine all we need
Words of kindness,
The sound of laughter
And even a quiet smile from a stranger,
Little things often overlooked fill
Empty spaces.
Once we are full the true magic begins,
As we begin to empty the box once more,
Giving away the lightness
Like cotton candy gifts to anyone
To everyone.
For that is the true essence
When we let empty be just a word,
Not something bad
Just a word used like a gas gage
Letting us know it’s time to refill
And move forward giving till the needles hits E
And looking behind we see
Others filling and moving too
And we are not alone,
Others take paths
Meeting at the intersections of life,
Coming and going with a faith
That the box will never run out
If we only keep what we need
Leaving the rest for those more in need of the little things.
We can travel the greatest distances
By changing perceptions,
By seeing the full tank of greatness
And sharing it with the world.
Emptiness….a word in need of filling with something….
Something good and amazing.
Empty box photo found at : https://kurtrees.wordpress.com/2013/04/14/empty-heart/
Peace, Love and Patchouli 