without ever arriving, it’s always here

 

Echoes from Emptiness: emptiness loves emptying

 

emptiness loves emptying
that’s it’s nature
its forms are endless; beyond mind’s conjecture

you can’t arrive
at an apperception of its infinite beingness
by any practice or prayer

it is too ever-present
too intimate
without ever arriving, it’s always here

~

 

4 thoughts on “without ever arriving, it’s always here

    1. I’m beginning to wonder if the ineffable can be expressed via complexity. Perhaps there’s a place for that, but here it seems that Emptiness is fond of echoing the simplest of lines. 🙂

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