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
~
echoes from emptiness 
Well said ml!
i would like to elaborate further if I may.
You/you/all of you….. are that Emptiness!!!!!!!!!!!!!
🙂
Exactly.
Emptiness emptying itself – its plenitude appearing, dancing, returning…
So beautiful, this resonance, dear one.
sweet simplicity!
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. 🙂