Via Negativa
It is not the words,
It is the space between;
Not what you say,
But what you don't, or can't.
It is the pause
Between the in-breath and the out;
It is the moment
Where something – or someone
Enters in.
Self dissolves and merges into world,
World dissolves and spirals to infinity.
A frosty morning, a clear
And silver light.
On ice-kissed blades of grass,
A silent song of hope.