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The Abundance of Emptiness
Why does emptiness matter so much?
It's not the lack of anything
it's a silent offering,
untying the knots in my head
prizing my fingers apart
removing the worry stones
it wells up in the deep pool of time
spills over drop by slow drop into my careful hands
it's brim-full of space
the moulded flesh of sun-warmed dunes,
the crests and hollows of the desert's skin
seas that soak up the blueness of the sky
the vault of heaven that hauls me from the earth.
It's not the lack of anything
that frees my eyes to see beyond the seeing
all things connect, nothing to fear in that.
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