Wednesday 14 December 2016


Emptiness is a name for nothingness.
A name for ungraspability.

A name for mountains, rivers, the whole earth.
It is also called the real form.

In the green of the pines.
The twist of the brambles.

There is no going or coming:
In the red of the flowers.

And the white of the snow.
There is no birth and no death.


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