The small feather fly to and fro, up and down
Blown by the wind of nothingness
In the vast hollow space of my body's crown


There are times it mutely wanders my silent sea
Flying above it like a li'l gnat
But never making ripples that will stir me


If it ascends to my clear pacified sky
It dances like a sad angel
Only to the tune of a whispered lullaby


Now as the light thing settles on my barren land
It will not quiver for a time
Until the wind of voidness blows again the sand