Emptiness
September 9th, 2008 by Pete
Our deepest complaint
points the way:
Thoughts and things
appear and disappear
from and into the void;
that aware plenum
that self-knowing plenum
that boundless no-space, no-time plenum
always and forever
our being.
by Art Ticknor
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