prophecy of nada-ness

i am
nothing.
no thing.

i am.

i talk to the wind.
i talk
to
myself
to
my self

and i
let self go,
fly

i am
i grow
i break
i lose

i am

Paolo Fresu & Omar Sosa - Alma

W.B.Yeats

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked....

William Butler Yeats