I Understand "Nothing"

 

Poetry: I Understand “Nothing”

Poet: Sujmaki

 

There was no answer.

Hence I asked once again:

“Who is there in?”

Nothing was there when I asked this myself.

 

Who am I?

I am the becomer.

I am the watcher.

I am the knower.

I am the thinker.

I am the speaker.

I am the listener.

When I think of a tree,

I become the tree and also watch the same tree.

I am the becomer and the watcher.

When I know, I have become the tree  when I think,

I am the knower and the thinker.

Whatever I the speaker speak, I the knower knows

I am the first listener to my speech.

 

It’s strange but true.

I am the magician who can speak silently –

the voice is clear but nobody can hear.

My mind has invisible mouth.

Otherwise how can it speak?

It speaks silently that even my friend nearby doesn’t hear.

I’m little bit confused-

whether I am speaking to myself or listening to what I speak

Or  are both the speaker and the listener  the same ?

 

I am the magician and I can become anybody.

In no time, I can become the CM, PM,

The sun and the moon, the earth and the fire,

Any bird, any animal, anything in the world.

Yes it is true.

Everyday I’m doing this. Moment to moment I do this.

Just whomsoever, whatsoever I think whensoever,  I become them at once.

 

The distance doesn’t matter.

I can fly to any place faster than sound and light.

The time also doesn’t matter.

I can fly to past and future.

When I am alone, I am lost in thinking

And take a flight to thousand and one places in past and future.

My invisible journey prolongs till somebody in present awakens me.

 

Who are you?

I asked myself once more.

Myself answered myself: I’m nothing.

To be nothing is to be everything.

We buy a pot because there is nothing inside

That nothing lets everything in.

What is there inside the seed?

Nothing that lets the big tree out.

We buy a note because there is nothing

that lets everything  be written.

Where did your great grandfather’s great grand father go?

Into nothingness.

Where will your great grandson’s great grandson go?

Into nothingness.

Where were we before birth?

In nothingness.

Where shall we go after death?

Into nothingness.

Where does this life journey destined to?

Towards nothing.

What is in between two letters, two words, two sentences..

that make them readable and alive?

Nothing.

In fact, my sight into nothing is my insight.

 

Shakespeare told a lie:  nothing will come out of nothing.

In fact, Everything comes out of nothing and goes into nothing.

 

Man becomes God

when Ego is nothing.

Humanity disappears

when Love becomes nothing.

Wisdom arises,

When Ignorance becomes nothing.

Nothing is a womb to bear everything,

An invisible vessel to hold everything.

A divine full stop to all Dramas.