The Eternal Plain

I was inspired to write this blog form the flat plains of South Dakota; it is not about an actual plain, but more of state of a state of consciousness. If you really go into the very core of this poem, you will find that it is all about nothing, and how it coincides with all that actually, or simply is.

The Eternal Plain
Here I lie, amidst all of nothing.
My body is still,
Listening
Waiting
Alas, nothing.
Barren landscape,
Stretching out in mindless enormity before my very eyes.
I see a plain
Covered in grass
And it simply is,
Not was, or will be,
It simply is.
It exists in the same way nothing exists
It simply is.
There are no boundaries for this plain
It goes on
It goes on for eternity.
It simply is.
I am now approaching a town
But the plain does not end where the town starts,
Oh no, the plain goes on…
To eternity...
To forever...
It simply does.