Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Nothing


I said to my mother, I said to my father, “I have nothing to do.” To which they wisely replied, “Do nothing, then.” And so I did. I did nothing as I wandered past the orange tree. I did nothing as I walked between two long vineyard rows. I did nothing as I plucked the buds from wild chamomile. I did nothing so well, paradise smiled. And I am doing nothing now.



5 comments:

*** said...

Ok... this tilderific ~

If I had said such a thing to my parents, I assure you I'd have gotten a very different response!

Our upbringings... so different. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have come into a different sort of family. I wonder, but not in a way of remorse and not longingly, of course.

Well, thanks for this... gotta go. I hear nothing calling me.

William Michaelian said...

Indeed, good fortune presents itself in myriad forms.

Thank you ~

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

I once asked William how he can write so well. He replied:
"Nothing to it!"

William Michaelian said...

Nothing between the ears either. That’s the real secret.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...


"The Tao does nothing but leaves nothing undone."

- Lao tzu