Space! Yes it is the Space!
Empty space, that matters.
The source of everything Beautiful
Is that empty space.
The distance between me and Thou,
The gap maintained by the
Language constructs,
The punctuation and annotation,
The discontinuity in time and space.
The differences in interests, values and priorities.
The difference of comprehension,
The contrast of existence,
The difference in sensibilty.
Yes, it is the space between me and Thou,
That keeps the life going,
O Lord!
That known despair that
I shall never see Thou,
Neither touch or hear Thou,
Keeps me continue the breath,
Making stories in my mind,
Reflecting my own limitation,
Mirroring my own humanity,
Falling short every now and then.
I continue the journey,
I continue breathing.
Rejoicing within me the hallucination
That I am in the path to reach Thou.
The distance between the Sun
And the fragile vine.
The distance between the child's eyes,
And the twinkle in it from
The distant star,
The void of empty space,
Protectively padding the planets.
Keeps the love story going
Of Galaxies millions!
The hollowness of the flute,
The emptyness of the breath,
The distance woven by the culture,
By the providence and destiny,
Conspire together to keep the opera on!
The tainted blue glass,
Appears so, for it gives out that color.
A rose inspires,
For it gives out unconditionally
Her intoxicating fragrance,
And her flamboyant countenance.
In the act of giving,
A space is created!
An empty space to breathe and be.
And yes, Magic happen.
Whenever had the greed
Overtaken man to destroy the space,
Wars have been fought,
Jealosy have been sown,
Hatred have been fermented,
Death had been caused!
And then again!
Death weaves the space,
The distance and longing!
And again another story is created.
Another poem written!
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