A Beautiful Poetess

Once upon a time In the land of poetry A maiden was born Not out of flesh and blood It was the womb of being Not exactly made of shards of matter That conceived this beautiful being Out of all her possessions She chose none other than her emptiness She was not known to have too many thoughts Hers was a world of Silence She was submerged in the substance of existence Her voice muted by the stillness within She was fond of listening Listening to the canopy above But she didn't know the reason why She was never able to learn To sing as beautifully as the birds above She did not lose hope As her world was full of wonders She stayed focused On the substance within She was not accustomed to sound She was not expecting anyone But one day, as she basked in Silence She was awakened by a voice Not that of birds above But that of existence itself It was not coming from anywhere outside her being It was coming from within It was the most remarkable voice That held all wisdom It was offering her something even more remarkable It was offering her unconditional Love It was the most beautiful of all her gifts She was no longer full of emptiness She was truly in Love with Love ©