There is nothing in the picture
you don’t see. That is, there
is nothing in the picture, but
you can’t see it, as there
you can’t see it, as there
is also nothing beyond the picture that
you can see. As you watch
you can see. As you watch
the picture and begin to notice
more, the nothing grows less, but
more, the nothing grows less, but
never less than nothing. For you,
the picture has no separate
the picture has no separate
being, and, like you, the
nothing in the picture exists.
nothing in the picture exists.
We teach a child to see a ball, a tree,
a dog, sitting at the moment.
a dog, sitting at the moment.
The dog knows little of our confusion, and
calms us with her eyes.
calms us with her eyes.
Read on . . .
“Once Again, in August,” a poem by Dan Gerber