Fat and Ripe

 

What has fattened

and ripened in the sun

of your presence

is not my mind

but my emptiness.

The frail and
bittersweet petals

of thought, belief,

memory and desire

have all opened, fallen,

scattered in the grace

of this breath.

Now I am the sky

where your glory shines.

Which means I am

the very dark
that enwombs you.
O Lord of creation,
you only exist
because I am nothing.