Empty

I´ve been feeling rather empty inside lately.

Not a “bad empty” just some strange feeling of so much room, little or nothing to say most of the times… no need to say anything. Is there?

Feels good just to be in (me).

Feels good not to focus on something out there for a while.

Feels good to find some room where nothing can become so much!

New year at dawn. Its first lights coming through the clouds.

Then I found this poem by Rumi and it felt so perfect:

When you are with everyone but me, you’re with no one.
When you are with no one but me, you’re with everyone.
Instead of being so bound up with everyone, be everyone.
When you become that many, you’re nothing.
Empty.