- The Emptiness of Things, a poem
I once thought that our lives are real, but I was attached to my own misunderstanding of what a life is.
The things I see and feel are empty. Not because I’m empty, but because of the infinitely greater fullness of Nature.
Virtue and detachment are the emissaries of a hero, a winner of worlds who does not fear anything at all.
To see things as they are is to see their Essence, truly immaterial, without any conceptual input.
The Heavens and the Earth and the Stars have long existed, far before we have known of them.
The mind does not know what it knows, for it merely receives meaning and interprets it according to itself.
The emptiness of life is such that we can see right through it, but only by harnessing the Buddha-mind.
When we understand this, we will simply coexist with Nature, as we had when we were children.
A tragedy there, a blessing here, and all is still the same, for it is not possible to change what is empty.
We must all suffer, for there is no other way to understand this principle of absolute, blissful emptiness.
In the grand scheme of things, Life and Death are of the same cloth, and that cloth is Truth.
Thank you.
