Inspired by the joy inherent photo of a love long gone I decided to search, then and there, for the joy within. I look nowhere, within nothing. It is now. It is always now.  It is now, when I seek the solace of nothing silent within. Vast nothing knowing no nothing no bounds. I flow clean breath into out of the space that is the space in the space of the space. I weave through emptiness in the delusional body remembers pain, suffering, limitation until there is nothing I remember.  Alas there is no thing I, but woven stringy energy happy bliss. Nothing at all! Everything! The space is vast within! It’s a subtle thing, to feel the nothing, now, and to hear the music of nothing, ever now. It’s a subtle skill, unpracticed, that comes in the vast nothing silence melody chord. I weave a pattern in a corpus through nothing and hear the spheres sing of nothing. Loud and clear in nothing silence vast space of now. Nothing now joy nothing now joy nothing joy. And the joy reverberates for a long time with no face to smile.