The Cloud Potato Man

I am the cloud potato man
clocking all around
I see you ~ I see that
I see the worms from underneath
and the birds from above
You, and they, are fiddling

Nothing

Nothing never hurt me - no, only nothing ever hurt me,

The choice is to do, or to do nothing - to stop, to die.

Nothing is in the spaces in between life.

But, life appears in the nothing like bubbles carried on time and possibility.

Nothing generates life; nothing, is a fluid, a glorious soup.

Life takes life; nothing does not take life.

Nothing is where we all return, it is our whole, our make-up.