The strange emptiness of sitting silent,
Sadness? No,
But something of the sort maybe,
As a cloud of sensation,
I receive this world,
The vast everything,
Disguised as nothing,
Connected disconnect,
Like a tree surrounded by forest,
Unable to move,
Casting eyes to the vast loneliness
of endless skies,
The untold equilibrium when sitting silent,
In this strange emptiness of everything.