Numbers–O

Is the first number zero,
or number one? Does zero
exist or is it only a figment
of imagination? Can I be
zero–empty, waiting
to be filled?

I have thrown out all that
is extraneous in my life;
what remains is my true essence.
I am not the clothes I wear,
the car I drive, the work I do,
another’s opinion of me, a
mother, daughter, sister, wife,
friend, neighbor, so what or who
am I? Am I a zero waiting
to become number one?

I am the circle of zero,
complete piece of the
hologram, a circle with
no beginning or end.
Inside this circle there
is Light, pulsing outward.
It is the steady, true
beat of Love.

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Submitted to Monday Potluck Poetry
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-potluck-week-45-nature-and-life.html