Everyday, give yourself the gift of nothing. A little bit of nothing goes a long way. Then every week, an hour of nothing or one day of nothing to recharge you for everything. Then once in a month go elsewhere to have a big slice of nothing. Share it with the lake or the moon, offer it to a stressed out friend. In a quarter then, from a little gem your nothing would have grown into a big sphere that you can sit in. A few days of nothing is a healing chamber. To absolve yourself of old crimes to involve yourself in new crimes. The crime of wanting to be more than the man next to a conveyor belt. The crime of wanting to be more than a woman correcting exam papers. In today’s world it is a crime caring for deeper, hungrier parts of you. In today’s world, the gift of nothing feeds you more than food. Takes you to the day before your birth, the hour before sunrise the moment before the big bang.
Dear reader,
I wrote this poem on the morning of 31st December, 2024. Early morning, it arrived, when I was brushing my teeth. Like a one-page summary of what I’ve subconsciously learned through the year.
It brought the gift of nothing. It was my therapist who wanted to give me this gift. My partner too. But poems know the code to install truth deep into our nervous system. And so we let them.
Do you need the gift of nothing as much as me? Will you pass it on to others who need some nothing?
Thank you.
Love,
Raju
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