iAmNothing

Not by design, but should be a fairly metaphorical piece for "some" to dive on.

I am not a father, I am not a brother, I am not a sister, I am not an uncle, I am not a son, I am not a daughter, I am not an aunt, I am not a bother, I am not another, I am not that, I am not that. I am nothing in between, I am nothing that’s been seen, I am nothing without cause, I am nothing if not a short pause. I am not a broker, I am not a joker, I am not a banker, I am not an artist, I am not a musician, I am not a listener, I am not speaker, I am not an authority, I am not a leader, I am not a bum, I am not a classic, I am not a thought, I am not a book, I am none of the words.

I am nothing…..

It’s easy, the simplest thing you can do is this. It’s absence, peace, bliss, escape, unity, the trinity, the boredom, the home, the plain, the everything, the nothing.

All is one and one is all. Like the 3 Musketeers, eh?

I am not drowning, I am not living, I am not left, I am not spinning, I am not right, I am not sitting, I am not standing, I am not peace, I am not war, I am not famine, I am not growth, I am nothing in between the smoke.

Because it all spreads, a thoughts spreads, a noise spreads, a vibrational nuance spreads, a vision spreads, a vision stops, a two slit mocks, our eyes think they talk.

Nothing in the splendor, a joy to remember, then memory to join, I am not the separate, I am not the total, I am not the omega, I am not the alpha, I am not the man, I am not the woman, I am not the elder, I am not the student, I am not the tinkerer, I am neither the fixer, I am not the pupil, I am not the stool, I am not the floor, I am not the wood, I am not the ant, I am not the food.

Begging and pleading at times, a nagging sensation that blinds, haunting it seems, perverse in its gleams, but empty...all in all….as it’s nothing at all……especially in the seems.

I am not the side, I am not the face, I am not the spine, I am not the space, I am not the void, I am not the mass, I am not the sphere, I am nothing fast, I am not the stooge, I am not the genius, I am not the happening, I am not the end of us, I am not the vanishing, I am not the full, I am not the opening, I am not the dull.

Each step is set, nothing left but to accept, I’m in the tunnel with no one else, right where I asked to be. Young ignorance is possibly the desert of bliss, as I’m sure others have enjoyed. Why else would I be here unless sadomasochistic spasms engulf my being whereas I’m actually…..unaware.

I am not the peak, I am not the valley, I am not the mist, I am not the dew, I am not the rake, I am not the slew, far better or worst, up/down/left/right, they do what they do.

I am not the flower, I am not the petal, I am not the after, I am not the before, I am not the smother, I am not the mother, I am not the paste, I am not who flew, I am not what smells, I am not the dew, I am not, I am not, I am not, I am not.

For heavens sake have pity on me, I’m small, weak and cannot see you. Who is it that looks down? Have we lost our natural predator? For what is above, so shall be below, but I’ve seen not, hunting the whoa.