Nothing

Nothing is possible,

without your love. 

Nothing transpires,

until you give us a shove. 

Nothing is done,

until we get on with the doing. 

Nothing becomes, 

until we give up on the booing. 

When we give up,

on our judgements

and our attachments,

to endings. 

When we give up 

on our complaining,

our desires 

and our explaining. 

We'll let go of the excuses

and we might notice,

that we're sinking. 

We must bail out 

this sound boat

and patch up 

all our leaking. 

We must row steadily

towards shore,

where we'll be done,

with the seeking.,,