Only Room to Grow

No memories, just lost in between dreams

of love and clouds and rain and awakening

This blur of now never ceases

the endless creases of this sphere that is home

the nucleus

the void that is most of the atom

Why can't this space be seen in its overriding existence

But there is no emptiness

only room to grow

No fear

Only time to sow the seeds of these long lost dreams

All is one yet lonliness dictates so many actions

We all act but there are no actors, no stage

Just the passing days of age and laughs and the stories

that become wrinkles, nostalgic smiles, and nightmares

No memories, just dreams of what was

Funny thing about the past

The feeling of detachment, tolerance, of another life

Each day is nothing but another life.

There is no emptiness

only room to grow.