The Curtain Of Nothingness

The spirit poet is naked Except for the curtain of nothingness That wraps around his being It's the openness of the heart That stirs the spirit To emerge from the burrows of eternity And paint the colourful petals of existence It's the presence of the truth That lifts the vase of knowledge Pouring wisdom into the mouth of life It's the ocean of Love That submerges the poet into waves of ecstasy The spirit poet is empty Except for the substance of nothingness That holds the secrets to the whole of eternity It's the silence within That showers him with understanding Unloading the contents of the unknown Into the palm of his being It's the fabric of consciousness That weaves a branch of life Into the tree of his existence Pouring the breath of life Into the fabric of his being It's the cup of awareness That fills him with hope Unfastening the buttons to the secrets of life Submerging him into the realm of Light The spirit poet is free Except for the fire of Love That engulfs his being Illuminating the substance of his soul ©