Something From Nothing, or Avoid A Void
Nothing is interesting, nothing is new.
Nothing is beautiful, nothing is true.
Nothing is happening. Nothing is here.
Nothing is everything; that is quite clear.
Nothing is emptiness, nothing is space,
Nothing calls out to the whole human race.
Nothing is something, I ought to conclude.
(Nothing could be more outrageously rude!)
Something will be here, and someday we’ll know.
Something is happening. Something will grow.
These couplets were written for Day 4 of 30 Days of Creativity. I’ve had an unusually busy past few days, so my contributions thus far have not been terribly involved, but what I am getting out of my participation in the initiative is the habit of an outlook that seeks creativity every day; I have begun to ask myself, “what was the most creative part of my day?”. And despite my seemingly half-baked output, that aspect of the experience has not been lost on me.
These couplets were inspired by… who knows what. Perhaps by this photo, which I took years ago at my alma mater during the winter holidays. Perhaps by the talk I recently heard a Buddhist woman give on the necessary balance between the feminine principle and the masculine principle—one of which is associated with space and the other with energy. Perhaps by my immersion this past weekend in the question of the validity of faith (at this conference). Perhaps simply by the number of times I’ve seen “The Sound of Music”… (“nothing comes from nothing / nothing ever could…”)!
Unlike most poetry that I write—and I admit to writing poetry on occasion—and I hesitate to call this particular product “poetry”—these couplets were composed without premeditation and were shot off into the ether with hardly any revision. Whether that takes away from them or adds to them is for the reader to decide, I suppose.
So it goes.