Saturday, September 18, 2010


I give you emptiness
I give you plenitude,
unwrap them carefully –
One’s as fragile as the other –
and when you thank me
I’ll pretend to notice the doubt in your voice
when you say they’re just what you wanted.
Put them on the table by your bed.
When you wake in the morning
they’ll have gone through the door of sleep
into your head. Wherever you go
they’ll go with you and
wherever you are you’ll wonder,
smiling about the fullness
you can’t add to and the emptiness
that you can fill.

--Norman MacCaig.


  1. ah, synchronicity. I had just sent this to a friend:

    "It’s a transformative experience to simply pause instead of immediately filling up the space. By waiting, we begin to connect with fundamental restlessness as well as fundamental spaciousness."

    I'm seeing the connection with this poem, don't know about you!

    btw - I love the sinking boat header.

  2. Synchronicity, indeed! Spanning the planet, a oneness in experience, an immeasurable connectness....