Empty inside

 While meditating one afternoon

I tried to look inside myself...

Perhaps it was way too soon I was

Searching for some inner peace

I saw something strange indeed

There was nothing there I recognised

Simply atoms spinning side by side

I saw my heart beating there it's true

But nothing resembling the “me” I knew

I was empty: it was like a terrible void

Could I be some freak, some android?

If I was to contemplate this, my life

What answer could I truly find, inside?

Are we but empty shells of atoms made?

Each and every one of us: empty: at a loss?

Why look inside then? Why even bother?

If there is nothing there to find

Does that mean? To this life...I am blind?

Am I more than just an empty shell?

Is this a kind of limbo? Some kind, of hell?

Did I look too deeply...and did I find?

The deepest recesses within my mind

Did I see the tiniest of particles?

Of which I am made up...those myriad

Tiny little fractured pieces that make us all

Exactly what human beings are supposed to be?

Did I look inside with x-ray eyes?

I never knew it was possible: I'm telling you!

I was practising "Mindfulness"