Nothing

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I am no thing

To be or see to do

Be touched or touch

And therefore

I am all things

Free this everything

Is me we walk like gods

In seeing nothing

We can see

 

©K Barr

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Spill It

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Stirring up of Spirit
Whirring where it will
To fill up any space
In overfill to fall
Below in grow-up
To be tall to take down
Round then square
Will dare with care
And not begot begetting
Letting go withholding
So you know can kiss
And get to tell as well
As never understand
Your hand may hold
If you don’t try
To fly with it
Be bold and don’t forget
To let it be…

©K Barr