We flee our emptiness—
terrified of being exposed:
transparent, unprepared,
nothing at all.

We look anywhere
but back at ourselves,
fearful of what we might find,
or not find.

And how wonderful, then,
to find that when we do
turn around and gaze
behind the screen of the world,
we are at home—
in the safest place,
for there is nothing to defend.

Emptiness
absorbs and embraces all things
in infinite boundlessness,
drawing out the sting
from every pang of suffering.

It sweeps the attics of mind,
opens our eyes to a radical clarity—
seeing only Wholeness and Love
where once fracture
and fragmentation ruled.

All things bubble into being
from its fertile,
womblike darkness—
the light of creation
radiant with exuberance,
rising from the realm
beyond light and dark.

I try to catch this
in a net of words.
Why?
Who for?
For no one.

Not to explain.
Not to convince.
But to simply acknowledge
the glory
that needs no name.


Artwork: J.M.W. Turner – Light and Colour (Goethe’s Theory) – The Morning after the Deluge (1843), public domain.