Nothing Yet Everything
Sometimes there can be a NothingNot always is there a You
Not always is there an I
Sometimes there is Nothing
When you notice the Nothing
You Notice the Everything
I am the Nothing
The dead wood of the tree long forgotten
I am the silence that sits still in the night
I am the Nothing that has become Everything
The light that warms your heart
The whispers of love you hear in your silence
I am the Everything that sometimes is mistaken for Nothing
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