Is white a colour? No, they will reply
And yet within itself how does it hold
The many shades and hues that catch the eye
From all to naught and naught to all unfolds

You earn, you own, you put aside and yet
Is anything enough to say you’ve got
It all? When’s each and every need all met?
The only time there’s all is when there’s naught

The mind must needs be filled that is our quest
A never-ending useless garbage bin
If only we could empty it out and rest
And find that in nothing is everything

And then sans deed, sans thought, sans sound, sans fear
’Tis when one hears the music of the spheres