Empty Enough

Somehow I always hear 

whatever it is my spirit needs to hear.

It could be the scraps of a conversation,

The readings of the day,

Or stumbling on a poem.

Somehow what I need always finds me

Because I find that

If you are silent enough 

you will hear the ripples 

And murmurs of the universe.

And if you collect the scraps and pieces,

Take them with you ,

Sew them up, they will keep you warm.

If you are cold enough

you will be grateful for the three

Tea packets in your pantry

Because that is all you need.

If you are empty enough 

You will take what you are given 

Collection of spices,

Scraps and pieces,

Or useless devices.

And somehow and for whatever reason 

It is exactly what your spirit needs.