I have nothing.

There are some days when the only salve  is to settle in.  Empty sky. Quiet mind. The blank page is our silent witness.    Just the spaces between the lines and the words that pitter patter from the tap, tap, tap of a keypad. 


stream of consciousness, see what comes to be. No goal, no gain. what a relief. Tap, Tap, Tap. the sound is at once soothing and unsettling, reminding me  every so often that I still need to breathe. breath. take a breath.   beautiful breathing.  heaving.  holding.  keep the hands moving . and the heart connected. don't stop. to. edit. let the critic take  nap while the soul comes out to play. let it play. what do you have to say? speak. I'm listening.  am I listening?  


sing song, angels gone. only the night sky is blanketing my thoughts now. slumber soon and sleep awaits. writing  a novella in my dreams.  practice, perfect, purge.  letting go of the cares that keep me cornered and concerned. release and no regrets.  the touch of paper is my joy. turn the page and feel the crispness of the corners, the texture of the type . cloth-lined covers.   chiaroscuro.  from the shadows, emerge into the light. tunnel opens.  turn away from the dark. follow the path that calls your name and is your calling. what is calling you?    words, only words. almost  just words,  and then there is the story. unraveling as the letters are set in stone like a concrete cave.  our story carved into stone. 

 i have nothing. only this. this is nothing. nothing is good.  the vessel is empty.  white. void. space. spaciousness. 
we are all the same. saying the same thing. with different tone and tome and timber. all the same. we are.  the support system, not competition. sacred circle.  that is the thing. remove the shawl and let the shoulders bare all. beauty of curved crooks, tanned and toned from the summer sun.  skinny arms and sculpted muscles. strength in the making. and softness in the belly.   belly breathing. time for bed. dreams. 






copyright 2010 Alisa Barry