The suitors came a-courting –
some to convert; others
to conquer.
They built their bowers
and cast their glittering nets
but
it was a bet against nothing
and nothing always
won.
See, I was taken at birth by
a groom I could never meet;
wed for life to Its presence
(inescapably cradled,
unconditionally
loved)
our consummation flowering
in my disappearance –
afresh in every instant.
My groom is the keeper of nothingness:
the nothing that can’t be named
or owned, yet
overflowingly fulfills.
It is my constant consort.
And so, tonight
I drink my wine and dance
alone.
How could I be happier?
Image: iPhone photography by Karen Divine
Karen’s work is featured at my website the awakened eye
echoes from emptiness 
I love it, and the picture works so well with the piece.
Oddly enough I have something I have been working on that starts with almost the same line. So it must be good *winks and laughs*
-sonmi upon the Cloud
Perhaps there’s a meme doing the rounds! Equally oddly, I find my balloon soaring aloft just to know you are ‘working on’ a similar outpouring … watch out for me, I’ll be cloudside soon.
It’s just our meme. Mine and yours, shhhhh. *Lets down a rope ladder from the back of the Cloud*.
– s.u.t.Clandestine Cloud.
I especially like your closing line. Nicely rendered!
Gladness! It’s really the only line that matters…
Thanks for commenting, Cate.
🙂
Wow! Splendid.
I wish I could take credit dear Amrita. Chuckling.
You know how it is… 🙂