(Poem 220 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

The antithesis of everything
one can logically consider,
should be nothing at all.
Casanova of Venetia would
argue that such is absurd,
as everything is one with faith.
But nothingness as a concept
of not-being is of value as a
consideration, even if nearly
impossible for us to conceive.
Even Einstein struggled to
believe something so absolute
could exist, since spacetime
renders past and future illusory.
Could it be a state of mind like
Nirvana or wu wei, or even
the permanence of Tao that
cannot be described or named?
Is it the chasm that forms if
we reject God, or the very idea
that such a thing is possible?
Calculate as we might with all
our might, we never reach zero.

@Home Studio – 220^th poem of the year (After reading an article on Wikipedia about “Nothing.”)

“Nothing” Wikipedia. Page last edited 25 July, 2024, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nothing.

Runner ups for the Nothing photos to accompany my poem: