SPACE

Feed it and it disappears

Starve it and it grows

Everything appears in it

And to Nothingness it bows

Akin to the human mind

The infinite it can hold

Moulded not by what holds it

But by what it holds

For Space, Nothing is Everything

Infinity straightens out

Zero’s power is realised

And the world turns inside out

An element that needs

Nothing  to complete itself

Where do you think it finds such a mate?

Except within its Self!

© Jyoti Prateek