Where Figs Grow

Out of nothing, something emerges. Swiftly, matter fills air. That nothing, of course, is always something. And that something is never nothing. Empty space is vast full of life. Ready to bloom. Nectar in the ether.

There’s sweet nothingness in your life on the verge to emerge. Right now taking shape on earth, pouring forth from the pulse of creation. Dip your hand in the cosmic honey. It’s where figs grow.

Empty space is vast full of life. Nectar in the ether.
There’s sweet nothingness in your life on the verge to emerge.