The thoughts are drops which form and roll,
Are watched a while like birds or breath,
Like everything that they are not.
Within themselves there is no “like”.
To journey and become again.
To be a thought amongst the thoughts.
To pass beyond all hope and loss.
To be the emptiness of thought.
When nothing is the world, there is
In golden light, in umber night,
In waveforms scattered out: there is
No space but space, no time but time.
There is a thought which rolls and forms:
A single drop of all there is.
This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going journey.
The photographs, with poems, can be found at:
the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at: