SPACE
by justme

Space is that in-between, you cannot grasp
Silence is like space, spirit also
Nothing fills the space, or blocks it neither
Spirit is like space. Space it overflows and yet
Cannot
Be filled, or emptied.
Spirit is as space.

You cannot paint the space
Though you thought you did.
Or a trillion men paint with brush at hand
You cannot colour.
The spirit neither

Space is the holder of everything
Of all that has gone and all to come
Space has no inside and yet everything is held within
No outside, yet incorporates everything without and more,
And less.
And much and nothing.
Spirit too is the holder of everything
All to come and is here and gone, before.

You are held within the space, and more
You are spirit, and you are space
Minute, yet huge, unseen, undisturbed, ageless
Silent,
like spirit, like space, like now.

∞

Credits: Poem: © justme; Image: © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved