Something but Nothing

Each of us, a part of that larger something
That speeding beam of light
Streaking through the universe
That churning river, no beginning or end
That idea, completely incomplete
Seeking form, expression, repetition
Even before it is aware of itself

Each of us, a part of that other something
Something beyond us, you, me, anything
Always something other than what we think
Illusive as the beauty we sense
But cannot touch with our hand or words
Like chasing smoke from a distant fire
Or a butterfly through the heart’s garden

Each of us, something
But nothing by ourselves
Contingent, perhaps co-dependent
On each moment flowing through us
But even in the moment
No permanence, foundation, or reason
We just are

Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.

Biography Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling.  Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here. Contact Information Kosmos Consulting and Research website:  Visual Advantage Photography website: Flickr Photo Page here: Contact Don Iannone by email:

11 thoughts on “Something but Nothing”

  1. these are questions that have always intrigued me… and yet, i have no idea about what is what in the grand scheme of things.. but sometimes poems like yours touch something i can’t quite describe but for a moment all feels right

  2. Nasra thanks so much. Good to have you back. This poem revives the age old debate about the nature of human existence. One extreme says we are and that’s all we really know for sure; that is our sense of being. And that is the best we can hope for. The other extreme says we are here for a purpose; some divine reason explains why we are here.

  3. Something is nothing
    Is a road of wanting to be at
    Corner of somewhere yet we find our selves
    On a large universe
    So tiny in our existence

    Its good to be slowly getting back to your home
    Thank you for notes of concern

  4. Codependent on the surface, deeper yet interdependent as part of that larger something, and ultimately we are that larger something.
    I think….

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