Nothing

Hello Universe 231

Today's poem is about some days full of nothing at all.

Alright, poem starts in 3… 2… 1!

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Nothing, sweet nothing, just nothing at all
for so many days I've done nothing at all.
Nothing in daytime, and nothing at night.
Nothing around me, and nothing in sight.

The clock ticked and tocked with its tireless tongue,
while I lay like laundry that's already hung.
My mind was a meadow of transparent mist,
where worries went wandering and ceased to exist.

My phone lay forgotten, face down on the floor,
its desperate dings could just reach me no more.
The world spun without me, imagine my shock!
As the boat of my life was tied tight to a dock.

The days dripped like honey, deliciously slow,
each golden glob glistening with nowhere to go.
I breathed in the blessing of bountiful bore,
and found in the "nothing" much more than before.

For "nothing" is really surprisingly full
of space for the spirit to stretch and to pull.
It's chock-full of promise, potential to be,
a canvas of calm where the soul can swim free.

Now many days later, I'm starting to stir.
My batteries are buzzing with beautiful purr.
The "nothing" has nourished each nerve that was frayed,
and polished the person that pressure had made.

Tomorrow will thunder with things I must do,
with deadlines and duties all dangling on cue.
For now I give thanks for this time that just passed,
when nothing meant everything, peaceful at last.

So here's to the healing that happens in halt,
to seasons of stillness, worth more than their salt.
For sometimes the greatest achievement of all
is nothing, sweet nothing, just nothing at all.

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That's it! Thanks for reading edition 231 of Hello Universe.

I'm curious to know: when was the last time you did nothing at all for a few days? How did it feel?

Share your experiences with the Hello Universe community in the comments below.

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That's it for this week, see you next Tuesday!