Of Empty Pots

 

They say,

Empty pots

Show a lazy gardener

 

I stare

At too much emptiness

Thank you, winter

 

But then, I am spoilt

For choices –

Where do I start

 

Lavender, koleos

Basil, rosemary

Or just the hardy succulents

 

Or get something

Useful, at least

Chillies, habanero chillies!

 

I look again

At the empty pots

Too many of them

 

And realise

They are not

Pots of emptiness

 

They are beholders

Of choice, free will

To shape as you want

 

Empty pots

Making you feel like God

The universe to mould

 

Each vase will swirl

Like galaxies

A biosphere of life

 

Or better still

Chose emptiness itself

No need for fulfilment

 

Nihilism,

To contain the cosmos

Dissolve in the emptiness

 

Just like an empty atom

Or a stellar system

My orbits of devoid spring

 

And I am left wondering

At the gold of dusk

What is it that matters?

 

To restore order?

To contain earth within a pot

And be a proud gardener?

 

Or let the pots

Be the balance of existence

Nothing for something

 

And yet, they are full

Filling this universe

With the fulfilment of emptiness….

1st December, 2025