In the void I was never really lost.
I thought I was, and I was right.
I still was.
Was, but not lost.
In between “founds”
There is a stillness in the void.
A quiet, beyond quiet.
An absence, full of density.
A darkness felt, not seen.
Voids are everywhere.
They are the in between.
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The G A P
Thatmakesspaceforthewords.
It is the ________ between notes
That makes music more than
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It’s the void.
That opens space for Love.
The void is not lacking.
It just is.
Without the void.
Nothing could be found.
Because it would always just be.
I feel voids in parts of me.
I will lean into the beauty, stillness and quiet of the void.
I will smile, having become friends with the void.
When Love comes and adds more light to the void I will say:
“There you are. We have been waiting.”
Void or filled.
I can love.
Void or filled.
I remain.
Void or filled.
Love.
Love in.
Love out.
-Aubrey
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