Sonnet XLV – Let Nothing Fill Your Sail

Some months have passed with verses hard to pen;
The couplets, quatrains, tortured and abused,
All muddled though the footfalls totaled ten.
I published not, for I was not amused.
Instead found solace in the markers hued;
In lines and patterns did I find my peace.
From center – outward – Nothingness was brewed:
and found in Emptiness ennui did cease.
The push and pull of Something, Nothing, odd;
When filled to brim my life felt drained and dry.
But clear some space, and nothing fills with… God?
New revelation leaves me no more fain to try.
If seeking Something, e’re the hope will fail;
Instead, lie back, let Nothing fill your sail.