Riding the Wave of Emptiness- Being Peace on Main Street

Riding the Wave of Emptiness Doing this together without separation or opposition Empty as the day is long without the ability to be by itself You are like the flower full of everything in the cosmos We need to meet each other empty and together unlike another The wave cannot be nothing more than water, wave and wet We crest then descend and do it all over again Empty as darkness while only being seeds of light The more we try to separate the closer we realize our similarities Understanding different therefore equal and the same Our afflictions are none other than enlightenment Like Mr. Tambourine Man with one hand waving free in emptiness The togetherness of our charming dialogue of understanding Unloading the emptiness of motherhood like a dump truck of heaviness The openness of our curious need to hold sacredness to gods and goddesses Veneration for all mothers made of vulnerabilities All mothers raising this family of mankind, maternal order of instinct and devotion Without a handbook, skipping on water like a stone, working with Shepards crook Children to learn and carry their mother within Kangaroo ladies with joeys in the pouch, flesh of flesh, bone of bone Loving mothers of emptiness, togetherness, to never be alone in a world of people Again, children to learn and carry their mother within them Personalities developing in a mother’s wonder, she opens like a flower This world would lose its motion without a mother’s touch Riding the Wave of Emptiness