From nothingness arises everything
Lost a word, return to nothingness and it will be found.
From the primal soup, life.
From disappearance into sleep, rejuvenation.
From silence, something needing to be said.
From death life.
We live in a world that reveres constant activity. Bus-i-ness.
Yet creativity’s seed is nothingness.
Today I rest. I sleep. I read. I write. I do not do doing. I be being.
Knowing that this is not time wasted. But self regenerated.
Tomorrow, creativity, activity, dancing with the emergence of life, will burst from me, tumbling excitedly from a body rested in nothingness.
Already I feel the bubbles forming.
Photo taken December 14th 2020
