be empty

in nothing,

see perfect black

in perfect white


no divide;

an empty cup

with space enough

to be filled by a beauty unknown,

with bliss,

a union

of silent echoes,

moments fit for something divine


to rise;

when everything stops

only to begin again;

I fade

to find

all as it was.

‘Entering the forest he moves not the grass;

Entering the water he makes not a ripple.’


13 Responses so far »

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    ram0ram said,

    very fine and divine poem ….. love all.

  2. 4

    Hi Leroy,
    I am putting a link to your blog in my sidebar.
    ~ Paul

  3. 6

    Hi Leroy,
    It is a pleasure for me to nominate you for The Versatile Blogger Award. Please go to my post of May 6 for more information, and also visit
    I look forward to reading more on your blog.
    ~ Paul

  4. 7

    laurenc129 said,

    beautifully written! πŸ™‚

  5. 9

    Ganesh said,

    Nice blog! Thanks for following my blog. πŸ™‚

  6. 12

    Blood-Ink-Diary said,

    Sublime, serene, a cathartic experience I just had by reading your poem. Stay blessed, dear Leroy.

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