Into Emptiness

Into Emptiness

 

Consumed in awe, possessed by intrigue 

Finite left, spent, delirium from fatigue

I am left with no strength to struggle 

When fully surrendering to seek the invisible

 

Here, where if one is allowed to be 

Find their center where one is most free

Time has no meaning, and such is ageless

There is where, when touched is timeless

 

Where the light and darkness are the same 

Spirit has no gender; none need a name

Hell and the grave find none to harbor 

Into it, I'll effortlessly immerse, no need to labor 

 

Oh, sinful thoughts to think when plunged

It's all over; I'm done; finally, I'm expunged 

Yet, from deep inside this nothingness

Hope wells up for my hopelessness 

 

Like all, when disconnected from our source 

Enter into this vortex of life touched by loss

A void that nothing of substance can fill

Where encouraged to enter, acquiesce to its will

Chris G Peters

Poet

Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.