Monk of Nothing
I have nothing in my head this day
Nothing to think, nothing to say
But nothing ain’t so bad if you look at it right
Nothing for nothing is what we used to say, in those long hot sweaty psychedelic summer days back so many roads away
Simplicity in practice
Nothing for nothing
Just spirit and soul and ten thousand like minded freaks and miscreants, pupils black and large with wide eyes full of wonder, milling around stadium parking lots and hidden alleys, waiting
Waiting for night fall, waiting for the boys, waiting for Jerry
Nothing for nothing
Hugs, smiles, dreadlocks, acrid thick smoke
Hippies with mushrooms and tie dyes and lot beer and the smell of food filling the open air
If I had nothing, you had nothing, but together… we had the world on a string
Dancing like cats on a hot tin roof, living a rhapsody in blue, existing for now
The world needs more nothing for nothing, more dancing, more rhapsody, more love; the rat race grows tired
WJM
William J Mullen