Nothing is difficult
Nothing is easy
The Moon and Stars
Do not care
They have no sorrow
No tears – or the
Wind endlessly blow through
Flowers – fresh and bright
As the cosmos itself
Beautiful – yes
But do they have Heart’s
That break?
But still , I wonder
At how I am here
That I breathe
And I look
And feel the weight
Of it all
We are ever staring
Into a beautiful nothing
And when the stars shine
It is only you
Who is shining
We rise and fall
Like filaments
Of pure nothing
While the moon
Scatters it’s silver light
On the universe
Nothing is ever incomplete
And I wonder at who I am
All things are fragments
Of its own being
A hundred thousand days
Can’t wait
To make it true