Nothingness

Nothingness

Nothingness, the great song of Being.
Ten thousand things arise from it to sing joyously–
how splendid the slow rising sun!
Children can stretch out their hands and touch apples,
full and round and red, hanging on dark-green trees.
And love is lips longing for lips,
a burning spark lighting the darkness.
Old people, grey-haired, living a childhood
beside a paradise built of toy bricks.
True, everything will return to Nothingness
But the beautiful dream of Being is equally long and lasting.