It’s in that
emptiness I find
my empire waiting 
that wood that 
would and that
hollow that allows 
me to wallow 
the den that 
when I need 
turns the shallow 
into haloed ground 
and I swim
in the sound 
and go round 
and round until 
around I follow 
the very fellow 
and his fallow 

It’s like graphite
or lead or
a smudge and 
a smidge more 
like something erasable 
maybe a mistake 
or an error 
it’s like that 
being temporary and 
a placeholder and 
a seat filler
a plus one 
always the spare
the second but
never the first 

I offer nothing 
for in return 
I expect nothing 
love aren’t scales 
tipping one way 
and then another 
empty pockets is
what I offer 
filled with you 

Is life not 
about anything else 
than making memories 
some say money 
nay for money 
can’t buy happiness 
oh but memories 
pay their dividends 

Being one with 
whatever one’s doing 
being absent and 
absolutely free to 
be one with 
the removal of 
chatter and noise 
free from static
and from doubt 
not knowing anything 
beyond what is 
just being one 
this no mind
makes me feel 
no more important 
than each wave 
as it laps
against the shore