In a mad, busy world, I took a little time to stand back from it …
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.
and let the space take care of the rest.