NOTHING  AT ALL

Doing nothing
much like a spaced out Tao Monk
way back in the past
when mountains turned into flowers
and waterfalls cascaded from the heavens

Doing nothing
but my nothing is of course a profound nothing
not like that lazy nothing
that hangs around my letterbox
with its tongue shaped like an iris plant
leaping on top of me when
I least expect it

Doing nothing
an irresolute shape
a misty recipient
an 11.36 in the morning
have-no-care imp
set alive by time

we hear from all sides
we see from nowhere
we smell like rotten eggs
and now the most sublime thing of all
perhaps
we should all do more of nothing
not the lazy nothing
just nothing
nothing at all