Nothing

Nothing

I have nothing to say about nothing
That masquerader , who needs
The very thing he negates

We open empty palms to say we have nothing
Even as we hold space
We examine hurting hearts , claiming we lost all
Even as we gather memories
We let go of past, pain ,declaring them to be nothing
Even as we gain strength, wisdom, experience
From the journey

Nothing gathers
Into his expansive fold
All negations

Yet like all polarities
Hand in hand with everything
Finds his refuge
In love

And serves his purpose
In declaring
Nothing else exists

--shubha

P.S. A few lines that came to me in response to a prompt on the topic nothing ,on an online poetry group, April