On the Usefulness of Emptiness – 27th May 2026

The abyss is not a grave, but loam,
where clarity grows in silence like a seed.
This soundless soil is your truest home,
and substance springs from this unhurried need.

The hour’s worth is found within its frame;
breathing room is only born with space.
The soul’s deep labour is to bear its name;
emptiness gives meaning to this place.

Inspired by a Substack article at Words of Taoism (link lost)


Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Sweat The Small Stuff

All the small things underfoot
Soon becomes big enough
If you want to learn to run
Better sweat the small stuff

Fill This Space – 10th August 2025

The hole in this room is getting bigger
as your withering whittles away at you;

The hole in our hearts gets bigger
as you shed your final skins;

The hole fills with yet more space,
even the perfumes are blown away with the wind;

The hole may be all that’s left to hold on to
after the burying of bones;

There’s a hole in our memories
where none had ever been needed;

The hole keeps growing to fill the space
until it is born anew.

Watching the end of lives can be crushing.