Updated: May 25
I stand alone at the edge of myself, my life, my love.
I stand alone.
Emptiness fills my waking moment, my heart, my soul.
The fullness that was reached, the abundance, the completeness
has emptied out.
The vacuum that remains is an open receptacle
Waiting for filling.
Hands open, heart open, a life open, I wait
for what will come to fullness.