I pass my hand through your wisps of thought Caressing my mindfulness as if it were empty Seeking nothing but sunyata awaits Finding space between the lines of words Of worlds and universes from within the without Like a delicate breeze noticed only when touched Facilitating movement not even a delicate wing can discern A goddess some may say and some do Buts prayers placate only an expression of the void Practice the feeling of the emptiness for can it be seen Touched or known for is there anything to know Identity disguises itself around you wearing its many faces My face your face the face of earth the sun and moon I romance sunyata Chasing until I am eventually caught and found
Finding sunyata
Posted - Feb 29 2020 : 4:04:12 PM
