Nets And Knots: Poem

Nets and Knots

Nets and knots, knots and nets.


Away from the shore, away from land
Into the mist and sea

Living, living and trying to be.


I am not a knot in a net
A knot I am not.



But, yet all I saught

Taught me naught

Life was a lesson, a reason

A long way have I come.



Nets and knots

Knots and nets.

Away from what I wanted to be

Just fishing on a lonely blue sea.



Copyright: Rani Turton

This Emptiness Within: Poem

This Emptiness Within

This emptiness within, an utter stillness that could,

Would, should remain transfixed by eternity

Not a sunyatian stillness not the perfect void

A void, no, rather devoid

Not a perfect vacumn not even the space

To fill up a space that

Silences and stillness from analysis

Springs nought; not the naught but the knot

And the stillness and the silence in empty hearts

As far from perfection as existence

As far from existence as perfection

From where perfection springs

From the depth of the naughts

This emptiness within, then as still

As far from perfection's existence

As from perfecting existence

Transcends and permeates the fickle uneasy mind

Leaving mind and thought and emotion far, far behind.

Copyright: Rani Turton