Nothingness

What’s this?

It’s nothing

What’s that?

It’s nothing too

And what’s inside it?

empty?

No, for nothingness is full

It’s full of nameless, shapeless

Substance not known to men

Such nothingness is endless

and yet it starts again

It is a common presence

That doesn’t have a form

Its found through out the cosmos

Chaotic but withdrawn

And who are you?

I am nothing

And you are nothing too

All but empty vessels

With nothing as our view