Out of the Hollow

[ellajam]

a Taoism Poem

Out of the Hollow


My vibrant drum
is but a stump
devoid of its cavity.

Your sweet flute
is merely a stick
without a cylindrical bore.

If music can burgeon
from within these voids
and fill our emptiness,

why should we
have any longings
for things we don't possess?

Let us fill the vacuum of desire
with the wealth of music.

Hi, Chris, I really like this. It's possible that if you were interested in paring down to the bone that lines 6-12 could be cut, but I like having it spelled out for me. I think I would enjoy the ending sticking to form, but honestly I enjoyed this so much I'm hesitant to suggest an edit.

Thanks for the lovely read.

Good morning.