nothing to say,
nowhere to go,
nothing to be,
absolute stillness
in awe of the cosmos;
shunyata,
an empty mind,
enabled by a drop
of pure consciousness,
whole in itself,
where zero pervades,
where everything merges,
a falling leaf,
brown and dry,
sometimes ash from burnt wood,
floating gently in freefall,
falling into nothing,
where old birds go to die
for them to be born again
so that Estha might
figure it out;
.....
the early hours of the day
when identities are still asleep,
when the streets have not
woken up to their names yet,
divisions lost and singularity gained,
everything within it but itself denied,
like a seed;
like what one sees
when one closes his eyes,
a brightly lit void,
a farmer meditating
behind the plough
tied to his bulls
trying to see the
full in none;
a blind man witnessing
his days as varied shades and
multiples of none;
a writer holding on
to the blank space
where a thousand sounds
might fit but apt for one;
the voice of a tree
in a vast plain paddy field,
an aged butterfly at the onset
of giving up its wings;
a single knot forming the heart of the craft
repeated enough to form a magnificent woolen scarf,
a row of family members inspired by
their goats and cows
on standing still and doing nothing
for several hours;
shunyata,
there is a god particle
functioning within us,
a bubble of awareness
spread across our vital parts,
which is the only thing living,
causing matter to breathe
and engage in exchange,
causing it to come together
in different degrees
of organic loops,
for cycles to establish,
like the air we breathe,
for, our bodies are
nothing really but mostly oxygen
and our breathes are also
mostly its exchange;
.....
and what could be expected of man
since he is a being endowed
with strange qualities,
of muscles and memories,
constantly wanting to scare chickens
and settle scores,
all at random
just for the fun of it,
wanting to swing upon ropes hanging from trees
that were probably arranged by hillside villagers
for their biannual ceremonies and attached vagaries
at the expense of country-made rice liquor:
shunyata,
all at once
and at once nothing,
lowest energy possible please,
nothingness is not retina sensitive,
zero does appear and become seen,
it does not become one,
but it is another form of one,
it contains the potential of one,
it is one wearing
the cloak of invisibility;
and all the other numerals too,
as many permutations as needed,
until infinity,
until everything is away
and vacates its space,
and zero remains;
which is to say,
we cannot actually destroy anything,
because even when we break everything
down to their quarks,
we realize
we cannot go any further,
that energy will just twinkle
and acquire a new form;
.....