No Thing

Stare through fabric to the wall,
Loosing gaze into the centre of red rose weeping,
Why does it feel as I am sleeping?
Nothing’s so real these days.

I walk within the shadow of myself,
Dance in duel reality,
Black, White, Wrong, Right,
All ghost concepts in this new world of mine.
No time nor space to swim,
Truly No Thing.

With this I could be happy
Though no happiness I’d feel,
Just one moment for a lifetime,
Eternal turn upon the wheel.

Of life all death is ending,
Of death all life begun,
All souls are worth befriending,
All souls into the sun.

We find ourselves at a loss to speak,
Confronted with the world of true experience,
Dimensions folding into one.
Eye sight paralysed,
See into the seer ,
Sing into the sun.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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