Nothing like a Deserted Fencepost
in a Windswept Field
Like a deserted fencepost in a windswept field, there stood
Nothing, ridged and cold yet alive.
Nothing in his loneliness, his solace, his helplessness,
Nothing focused on the nothingness.
Nothing’s glance found emptiness, bareness, Nothing’s glance
Nothing’s eyes pondered on the junction of north, south, east
and west, they found nothing, nothing at all.
Yearning and exploring in that nothing emerged Everything.
Everything invaded Nothing. Everything invaded Nothing’s
ponder, but escaped Nothing’s glance.
Everything swept the wind across the field.
Everything was everything, Everything was everywhere.
Ridged and cold yet alive, Everything was there, Everything
Everything was everywhere, Everything was alive, Everything
Like a cold, rigid, deserted, windswept fencepost, Everything
Nothing pondered the invasion, Nothing and Nothing rejoiced.
Gently Nothing pondered, Gently nothing pondered Nothing,
Everything was breathing.
The wind swept, as it swept, it swept away anxiety.
The wind swept Nothing, Everything and Everything was
Like a wind swept fencepost, Nothing groaned and Nothing
As the wind swept, it swept the groan. Swept it from Nothing to
And Everything was breathing, Everything was transcending.
Like a windswept fencepost in a deserted field,
Was Nothing, was Everything and Everything was breathing.
Everything was transcending, transcending Nothing
Nothing, no understanding, Nothing, nothing at all.
A deserted fencepost, a windswept field.
And the wind swept, it swept Nothing into Everything.
Everything into Nothing. It was breathing, it was!
Transcending Nothing, Nothing, no understanding. The wind
On a barren field, the wind swept peace.
It swept Nothing, it swept Everything, It swept peace.
A fencepost, windswept, deserted, in a field, Nothing.
The wind swept Nothing, nothing at all.
The wind swept the heart of Nothing, nothing at all.
The wind swept his mind, Nothing’s, Nothing’s mind.
The wind swept Everything and Nothing was safe.
Everything was safe.
The windswept Everything and Everything was breathing.
The wind swept Nothing a barren fencepost.
The wind swept peace and Nothing was safe.
Nothing, the wind swept Everything, Everything was
Everything was breathing and Nothing was safe.
Nothing, like a windswept fencepost in a windswept field.
Nothing was safe.
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