My Poem for June

In a mad, busy world, I took a little time to stand back from it …

Space

Why does it have to be seen as empty?

A white page, a blank canvas, a void.

 

Why must it be filled?

A niche, a chance, a separation.

 

Whether it exists between people,

in the centre of a flower bed

or in the middle of jobs that have to be done,

 

let it be.

Just be

and let the space take care of the rest.

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