Fields of today

Fields of Today

What we see and what we feel
What makes our aura light
This is where the field becomes ever so awfully bright.

What makes us sad and bothered
What makes a soul so bleary
This is where the field grows very long and very dark and dreary

Most of the field is nothing, nothing that can be seen.
Is this the feeling that we always tend to lean?
Not a shade of black, nor grey or white, let alone a lucious
green?

If nothing grows then nothing dies
This a happy thought to ponder
Not dying, forever able to allow mind and soul to wander.

If nothing grows than nothing lives
Now what? One could ask.
Not knowing or seeing anything and in nothing we will bask.