The empty canvas

 

Your absence

is like a vast presence;

like the sky,

Pervading and high,--

the endless canvas of one

overarching attachment

in which minor attachments,

desires and little heartbreaks

drift like tiny clouds,

The floating signs

of all lesser attachments,

They spring up,

float and drift away,

As if these are your offspings,

You the queen attachment,

The vast sky;

the great emptiness

that remains despite all attempts

to fill it with multiple rainbows.