The core of this poem came to me over the past days as I witnesses the stillness of lockdown here in New Zealand and what happened when I truly let my self join it. There is so much to be discovered in emptiness. I hope you find moments of it also.
Empty - A Poem
Empty, just empty
This still harbor
A bowl
A craters rim
My cupped hands
Empty
Cradling life
Catching a breeze
Recently your invitation reached me
Enveloped in this view
Delivered in stillness
When I opened it
Empty, it was empty
I searched for something
A lone kayak painting a line
Stroke by stroke
A gull, gliding the breeze
Minor distractions
In emptiness
Then I heard it
The sound that came enveloped
That invitation
Stop seeking me
Join me
Empty
Be empty
So I did
I emptied my mind
Became the space of this harbor
And there you were
Waiting
Withholding nothing
And like the broken heads holding these waters
Light poured in
To these cupped hands
And this open heart.
-jonospark