To Nothing

To see things from the centre of  our lives
We need to vanish from  our earthly minds
To get perspective from the vanished point
With silent prayer and stillness, we must   haunt

We enjoy  the losing  of the self in flow
With our heart and mind, we let all go
Yet sadly we compete for image fine
As if our clothes and hair are what defines

When in pain, we focus on our self,
We lose that focus as we regain health.
What is our ego to that infinite point?
A point is nothing, can’t be seen, nor caught.

So into Nothing ,we must go with  song
As trusting Nothing, we cannot be wrong.