FROM NOTHING
Sweet Adventures in My Recovery From Major Surgery

Just an intention
a willingness to give attention
entering into a place, as if
a child had rounded up crisp
leaves and made a house under the tall trees,
or gathered blankets and chairs
and made a cave in the livingroom.

Here, now, such a space
empty but for me and imagination.
I invite you to join me, knowing
you can't in one way, because
you're picking food and farming,
there on the hill in the sun;
yet look, you're here!

Does a smile come easily,
do you wish to help define this place?
Or are you as happy as I that we
two are here now, needing nothing,
having this?

Tell me about it, I wish to hear
a real voice—this imagining
grows a bit thin, sometimes.

I love you. This is my stolen flower
for you today. This is my mudpie,
my love offering. Can you cover me?
Let's cuddle and feel safe.

— bhagwant singh khalsa