emptiness nom talking lips and bottle breathing music this is the sound a heart gives when the winds of winter find those little cracks almost forgotten fissures 040306 ... .nom empty ness 050123 ... unhinged absolute_vs_relative 090221 ... tender_square somehow, the sky withstands rainclouds looming in the west. sunlight makes a brief appearance before retiring again to her dressing room, but i won’t. i’m alert; i watch, i listen. it all passes though me, traceless, without impression. the variegated birdcalls, the grass erect as soldiers in salute, the squirrels hesitantly box-stepping around me as i toss almonds. i’d been listening to feist’s “feel it all,” but that’s the rub: i’m hollow. how do you open your heart to the sacred yes? or is this it, is this a “yes” to emptiness? 220527 what's it to you? who go blather from