Vacuous

In spite of the landscape I felt so alone;
emptiness embracing my being;
knowing that no one was waiting at home;
all reality seemed to be fleeing.

How could I describe what I was feeling;
no words could suffice to explain.
My body was steady; but my mind, reeling;
reality was no longer germane.

My mind was constantly filled with thought;
but none of it made any sense;
tried hard to focus on all that ought;
with reality  behind a fence.

How could I be in a vacuum of thought;
in a kingdom all filled up with people?
Dismissing much of reality I’d been taught;
had I become just one of the sheeple?

Are our eyes much like picture windows;
exposing reality that vision surrounds;
or perhaps more like thought innuendos;
exposing illusions that senses confound?

Eden’s garden seems a vacuous space;
but its emptiness is another illusion;
knowledge and thought are in this place;
then cast down for a material conclusion.

All was created in that garden above;
vacuous thoughts have much to bring;
nothings, converted by the power of Love;
and by His power it’s everything.