The beauty of nothingness

There is a fascinating attraction to nothingness, on not doing anything, not pursuing, and not accomplishing a thing, but this is not out of lethargy or out of laziness or out of procrastination, rather it is out of observation, beauty, and appreciation because everything seems to be in its right place, in its right amount and in its right momentum.

So, why would anyone go and interfere with the majestic and fine-tuned structure of it all?

How can you think of changing the mesmerizing blossoming of a flower?

Why would anyone change the perfection of the moment?

How can you think of stopping anyone’s love to be expressed and lived in whichever way the person desires?

How can you think of altering the enchanting lights of a sunrise or a sunset?

Why would anyone try to add anything to what is already wholesome and fascinating?

How can you think of interfering in the naturalness of a baby growing in the mother’s womb?

Why would anyone pretend to alter things that are not supposed to be modified?

How can think of changing the gravitational force that keeps us grounded?

How can you think of blocking the inner freedom of an individual to manifest its wildest dreams and most intimate talents?

How can you think of having your absurd thoughts modifying the elegance, the symmetry, and the delights of life?

In essence, there is a pearl of profound wisdom on not doing, on a complete absence of any interfering presence in the magnificent and ever-enchanting order of life.

How to cite this Poem:

Cargnin dos Santos, Tadany. The beauty of nothingness.