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



primal light


flicker of sunlight on leaf
delicate line of light
scooting along spiderweb
soft shadow-dappled light
on patchwork paving


light creates the appearance of form
but all appearance
is shifting shadow-light

the play of luminous shadows
appearing within the primal Light
that is their source and substance

the primal Light
that is one’s true and perfect nature