The Art of Doing Nothing

You are on the plane of nothingness,
Dwelling in a void.
Thoughts have gone to blank,
Emotions have been freed.
Nothing is twisted up inside,
There is nothing that you need.
Usually there is something that you need.
You have failed the art of nothingness,
busy in your mind.
Always something to be done,
Or nothing seems fine.
You have failed the art of relaxation,
Then you crash yourself into sleep,
Dreams appear like movies,
Nothing is too deep.
You have failed the art of spontaneity,
Yet spontaneous your visions,
All else is finely detailed,
Done with precision.
You are a dreamer.
A seeker.
Moving so fast that you have flown,
Higher than the hilltops,
And deep down into your bones.
Yet,
You have failed the art of nothingness.
Able to just lay down onto the floor,
Busy yourself with doing nothing,
Nothing to your core.
Running from A to B,
Then from B to C,
and so on.
That is you.
Until you get to Z
Doing something is what you do.
Yet,
For now,
You are in a void.
Where weightless are your thoughts,
Hovering into nothing,
With everything you’ve got.
Damn this feels good.
The art of doing nothing,
For doing nothing is doing something,
Sometimes the something(s) that we do,
Do nothing for us too.
Now I am tongue twisted,
Time to undo these words,
So I can bask in the art of nothingness,
Where no thoughts may stir.
So, this is what it means,
To finally feel relaxed.
Gonna watch the candle burn,
Right through the wax.
AHHHH!
The art of doing nothing.
The art of doing nothing.
The art of doing nothing.
(Why do I not do this more often?)
By Nix

