This World Which Is Made of Our Love For Emptiness

Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness!

 Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.

 Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

 Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.

 Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.

 The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.

 These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

 Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.



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4 Responses Jul 2, 2008

It's so breathtaking.

All qouates and poems of mystic masters are from Him, anyway. :-)

Don't be sorry it's OK. I post a lot of stuff that is from someone but I like it and want to share it. It's fine. Keep doing it.

That is nice have you wrote this your self?