Ma

No, not Mumma.

This is a Japanese word.

It roughly translates into interval.

The silence between a heartbeat.

That.

Empty spaces fascinate me.

They always have a story to tell.

Between the time he got angry,

and rioted.

Was a story. He told himself.

Ma.

The potter's pot,

with that big, protruding belly -

makes for a fine chap.

But in the vastness of its hollow,

dances its soul.

Homes, decked up in grandeur,

allow no room for creation.

They are always celebrating.

I like spartan, minimal homes,

that allow us to be, to breathe.

To take in the space.

Own it.

Ma.

Like the Mother.

May be the answer to all of life's questions.