All things arise from emptiness,
Where does emptiness arise from?
Thus spoke an Ancient Buddha.
I do not understand it, much.
Simply the wheels turning outside -
The pigeons coo, and below the grasses sparkle.
The day turns,
The night as well-
Some something something that
Is not this nothing something.
Why indeed must there be anything,
When just as easy as it for to be nothing-
But philosophising
Is quite unnecessary -
I spent my whole journey
Dancing in front of a mirror:
This one, that is-
All life a reflection of yourself,
All concepts, concepts, concepts-
All the way down - concepts!
Alas- all things do arise from emptiness,
Yet for the life of me-
Pray-
Could I ever understand whereforth emptiness arises from?
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 1:33 AM UTC
All things arise from emptiness,
Where does emptiness arise from?
Thus spoke an Ancient Buddha.
I do not understand it, much.
Simply the wheels turning outside -
The pigeons coo, and below the grasses sparkle.
The day turns,
The night as well-
Some something something that
Is not this nothing something.
Why indeed must there be anything,
When just as easy as it for to be nothing-
But philosophising
Is quite unnecessary -
I spent my whole journey
Dancing in front of a mirror:
This one, that is-
All life a reflection of yourself,
All concepts, concepts, concepts-
All the way down - concepts!
Alas- all things do arise from emptiness,
Yet for the life of me-
Pray-
Could I ever understand whereforth emptiness arises from?
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