Tuesday, March 25, 2008

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ronning.brynn@gmail.com said...

this world which is made of our love for emptiness.
praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. existence: this place made from our love for that emptiness!
yet somehow comes emptiness, this existence goes.
praise to that happening, over and over!
for years i pulled my own existence out of emptiness.
then swoop, one swing of the arm, that work is over.
free of who i was, free of presence, free of danger, fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.
the here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw blown off into emptiness.
these words i'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
existence, emptiness, mountain, straw.
words and what the try to say swept out the window, down the slant roof.
-rumi