i occupy a space--

i occupy a space--
as a being being silent
doing the nothing allowed
by breathing--but that is
not nothing--is it? inhale
exhale, padum, padum, swoosh
whoosh the waves waving
through the silent space of
being a being who bes

no buzz or hum required--
inhale, exhale, pa dum, padum,
swoosh, whoosh, ahhhhhhhhhhh

if i make a space

if i make a space
if i leave a path clear for you--or
even overgrown
if i sit, crazy in the emptiness of
without you or the full to overflowing
only you could get glose enough to give me
if i sit in the piece of now that's offered
quiet, silent, empty as the upright glass
and wait without waiting for you or
anything else--you or anyone--this
or anything--if i empty of self and
song and story and little pieces of sacred
paper or quiet words whispered to
the dead leaves in the ink that
flows when i hold the pen
is it you or me? left there as the
glass of emptiness? the vessel of
yes? the empty space of peace?
i am ready for emptiness--
i just can not bring myself to let go
when i go...
but i will go.