Friday, September 6, 2013

Empty


I have no senses
that can take it in
or read it in the air
or prove it to myself.

I have no name
I can use to name it.

It's invisible,
but when I look,
I see it.

It's silent,
but when I listen,
I hear it.

How can emptiness
remain so full?

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Zen Hiccup

Who can think once dead?
Or feel how it’s easy to
Decompose after?

Perhaps what is not
Here maters as much as what
Is. Clap hands and joke.

[Disposable Haiku September 6, 2013]
Dr. Mike