There Is…

There Is... short poem

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There Is…
No beginning
No end
No foe
No friend
No truth
No lie
No ground
No sky
No laughter
No tears
No courage
No fears
No wrong
No right
No darkness
No light
No love
No hate
No drought
No spate
No heaven
No earth
No death
No birth
No forgiveness
No sin
No out
No in
No real
No fake
No give
No take
No joy
No sorrow
No today
No tomorrow
No compassion
No lust
No betrayal
No trust
No straight
No bed
No beginning
No end
There is…

Poet’s Note –
In the zone of the Zen way of life, everything is the nothing. The difference between emptiness and void-emptiness keeps us open to receiving. Void creates vacuum, a black hole. Emptying ourselves every moment, letting things go keeps us in the light.

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Nadeem Qazilbash

‘There Is…’ is unstoppable, the gallop of thought, so precise, so fast, like a tornado, picking you up and swirling you around. Absolute joy.


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