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
