There Is A Seed Of Emptiness

There is a seed

of emptiness in

the center of my

me in the core 

of our all.  

Sitting there 

it pulses,

trying to find a

thing it can grab

hold of and hear the

sounds that will set 

it free from

its own inability 

to smelt its weight

and meaning from

all it sees and

knows to be solid

on the landscape of

worth and being.

It is not bordem

or a seeming apathy

of grandeur and wonder.

It is a hollow ring

so loud it deafens us

to what it is we hear

in the absence of

chaos and noise.