The Queen of Nothingness
I open the back door of my end of terrace home, as I do most mornings, and traipse up bleary eyed to feed the 5 toffee coloured chickens at the back of the garden.
There are five hens and they never fail to delight in my approach. They literally trip over each other, leaping and flapping into the air, making those cute clucky chicken sounds that chickens make. Their interest in me shifts to the grain I scoop out and spread over the spacious muddy run and they compete for mixed grains and layers pellets. “The girls” then simply get on with their chicken life, doing their simple satisfied chickens dance.
This simple daily act, like so many, can be full of mystery and wonder. So can unlocking the door, breathing in the first fresh burst of air from the misty spring morning, walking across the grass barefoot up the steps and around the bike shed to the chicken run. Then, on the way, if I am awake and aware, I have the opportunity to be touched by the beauty of luscious grape hyacinths, creamy delicate primroses, sunny daffodils and divine smelling miniature pinkish-red tulips I planted just last year. They all dance in artistically balanced arrangements. They seem to delight in their own existence. They certainly do not seem to be worried if they “look ok in this outfit.”
And who is to say that what’s more, they do not revel and find wonder also in my presentation before them? Who am I to be any less radiant and alive than the thousands of humble primroses dotted throughout this ¾ acre garden that I steward? How can I possibly be less beautiful than this shiny golden orb of the “dent de lion” – exquisite and perfectly formed. I even wonder about making dandelion wine this year. The elderflower wine was a huge success. What the heck?
In these clear moments of feeling awake and alive here in this space and place, I am aware that my Queen-domis vast and full – and completely empty.
It is only in knowing this space and emptiness that is the foundation of everything that I am free and whole. From this deep foundation, I am the Queen of Nothing, and it delights me.
There is only this. I cultivate the longing for this moment. For what is happening now. Here. For what is real.
This is enough. On a good day, the chickens and the primroses and the cool grass under the souls of my feet nourish and enliven me for days. THIS is enough. When I let go of attachments to any of this being mine, the world becomes a queen-dom – vast beyond measure and unending. As soon as things become mine again in my mind (pains, accomplishments, failures, relationships) my world seems to shrink back and suffering is the norm, at least half of the time when the pendulum swings that direction.
When I cultivate longing for this moment, this tender and vulnerable tenacious dandelion swaying against the azure sky is all that there is. Empty and full. If I can also let this moment die, I can breathe in the next.
When emptiness is my foundation, source can flow freely and fiercely through that space and out through me.
Empty Wisdom takes on a whole wonderful new meaning!
I am the Queen of Nothing. I open the back door to the morning garden and the dandelion waves it’s good day to me with a toothy grin. I am filled with awe for this gentle servant. I bow down and carry on with my morning ablutions.