Emptying

Pouring out oneself 
Accepting nothing
Letting the emptiness 
Resound within, without
It all flows in peace 
Colors float, prayers
Arise, like the smoke 
Of incense skyward
Not needing speech
Coming like a sigh
Gone on the wind
Blow  by the Spirit's
Breath away and in
Out along with your 
Own, open to what
May come or go
The call of quiet