knowing
no joy. no sorrow.
no doubt. no certainty.
no cardboard box. no manuscript.
no publisher.
no desire.
nothing to correct.
no spare change. nothing to change.
no poem. no ink.
no waiting page.
no emptiness.
no eyes. no ears.
no voice. no lips.
no nose. nothing to judge.
no father. no mother.
no history.
no emptiness.
no nothing.
beginner’s light.
neil reid © january 2013
comments:
new year. what you reading? now my several books all want reading at once.
here, some shards. and yea, too clever still. but then, it’s fool’s january.
bearly audible 
That’s a lot of nothing, Neil.
Yes, and thanks, yet there’s far more nothing than this I think (no thought) (hardly!). My shallow homage to the buddha, this.