NOTHING

NOTHING

Nothing is what I ask of you,
Nothing is what I bequeath,
From nothing I came into this world,
And with nothing, will I leave.

Nothing, is not just a word,
That came to me perchance.
Nothing is what reality is,
Creation, at a glance.

It has no dimensions, no form,
Nor shadows does it cast,
It’s a random probability,
With no present or no past.

To live in it’s infinite depth,
Sound and sight do not seek.
Nothing is a silent scream,
Blind but never weak.

Nothing is ever, not changing,
Nothing is now, not here,
It bends, mutates and fills its space,
The same black, frictionless sphere.

Nothing is death nothing is life,
Nothing is not to fear.
A blink of the eye its over now
Nothing is a blood stained tear.

Nothing is love nothing is hate
Nothing is not your fate.
Some see it pass some hold it back,
For some, nothing comes too late.

Sujata