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Matt Feb 2015
Form is emptiness
Emptiness is form

1. Sunyata (Emptiness) is the profound meaning of the Mahayana Teaching.

Two thousand five hundred years ago, the Buddha was able to realise "emptiness" (s. sunyata). By doing so he freed himself from unsatisfactoriness (s. dukkha). From the standpoint of enlightenment, sunyata is the reality of all worldly existences (s. dharma). It is the realisation of Bodhi — Prajna. From the standpoint of liberation, sunyata is the skilful means that disentangle oneself from defilement and unsatisfactoriness. The realisation of sunyata leads one to no attachment and clinging. It is the skilful means towards enlightenment and also the fruit of enlightenment.

There are two ways for us to understand this concept of sunyata in the Mahayana context. One way is to try to understand the explanation about its true nature. The other way is the realisation through practice. What we are going to discuss now is about its true nature.

Mahayana teachings have always considered that the understanding of sunyata is an attainment which is extremely difficult and extraordinarily profound.

For example, in the Prajna Sutra it says "That which is profound, has sunyata and non-attachment as its significance. No form nor deeds, no rising nor falling, are its implications."

Again in the Dvadasanikaya Sastra (composed by Nagarjuna, translated to Chinese by Kumarajiva A.D. 408) it says: "The greatest wisdom is the so-called sunyata."

This sunyata, no creation, calmness and extinction (s. nirvana) is of a profound significance in the Mahayana teachings. Why do we see it as the most profound teaching? This is because there is no worldly knowledge, be it general studies, science or philosophy, that can lead to the attainment of the state of sunyata. The only path to its realisation is via the supreme wisdom of an impassionate and discriminating mind. It is beyond the common worldly understanding.

2. The Significance of Sunyata and Cessation

The Buddha always used the terms void, no rising and falling, calmness and extinction to explain the profound meaning of sunyata and cessation. The teachings of the Buddha that were described in words are generally common to worldly understandings. If one interprets the teachings superficially from the words and languages used, one will only gain worldly knowledge and not the deeper implication of the teachings. The teachings of the Buddha have their supra-mundane contexts that are beyond the worldly knowledge.

For example, sunyata and the state of nirvana where there is no rising nor falling, are interpreted by most people as a state of non-existence and gloom. They fail to realise that quite the opposite, sunyata is of substantial and positive significance.

The sutras often use the word "great void" to explain the significance of sunyata. In general, we understand the "great void" as something that contains absolutely nothing. However, from a Buddhist perspective, the nature of the "great void" implies something which does not obstruct other things, in which all matters perform their own functions. Materials are form, which by their nature, imply obstruction. The special characteristic of the "great void" is non-obstruction. The "great void" therefore, does not serve as an obstacle to them. Since the "great void" exhibits no obstructive tendencies, it serves as the foundation for matter to function. In other words, if there was no "great void" nor characteristic of non-obstruction, it would be impossible for the material world to exist and function.

The "great void" is not separated from the material world. The latter depends on the former. We can state that the profound significance of sunyata and the nature of sunyata in Buddhism highlights the "great void’s" non-obstructive nature.

Sunyata does not imply the "great void". Instead, it is the foundation of all phenomena (form and mind). It is the true nature of all phenomena, and it is the basic principle of all existence. In other words, if the universe’s existence was not empty nor impermanent, then all resulting phenomena could not have arisen due to the co-existence of various causes and there would be no rising nor falling. The nature of sunyata is of positive significance!

Calmness and extinction are the opposite of rising and falling. They are another way to express that there is no rising and falling. Rising and falling are the common characteristics of worldly existence. All phenomena are always in the cycle of rising and falling. However, most people concentrate on living (rising). They think that the universe and life are the reality of a continuous existence.

Buddhism on the other hand, promotes the value of a continuous cessation (falling). This cessation does not imply that it ceases to exist altogether. Instead, it is just a state in the continuous process of phenomena. In this material world, or what we may call this "state of existence", everything eventually ceases to exist. Cessation is definitely the home of all existences. Since cessation is the calm state of existence and the eventual refuge of all phenomena, it is also the foundation for all activities and functions.

The Amitabha Buddha who was, and is, revered and praised by Buddhists around the world, radiates indefinite light and life from this "state of cessation". This state is a continuous process of calmness. It will be the eventual refuge for us all. If we think carefully about the definitions of calmness and extinction, then we can deduce that they are the true natural end-points of rising and falling. The true nature of the cycle of rising and falling is calmness and extinction. Because of this nature, all chaos and conflicts in the state of rising and falling will eventually cease. This is attainable by the realisation of prajna.

3. Contemplating the Implications of Sunyata and Stillness (Nirvana) by Observing Worldly Phenomena

All existences exhibit void-nature and nirvana-nature. These natures are the reality of all existence. To realise the truth, we have to contemplate and observe our worldly existence. We cannot realise the former without observing the latter. Consider this Heart Sutra extract, "Only when Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practised the deep course of wisdom of Prajna Paramita did he come to realise that the five skandhas (aggregates, and material and mental objects) were void."

Profound wisdom leads us to the realisation that all existences are of void-nature. The sutras demonstrate that the profound principle can be understood by contemplating and observing the five skandhas. We cannot realise the truth by seeking something beyond the material and mental world. The Buddha, using his perfect wisdom, observed worldly existence from various implications and aspects, and came to understand all existences.

In summary, there are three paths to this observation:

a) We should observe the preceding state and the current state of conditions. i.e., Observation according to the concept of time.

b) We should observe existences according to their interrelationships. i.e., Observation via the concept of space (either two or three-dimensions).

c) We should observe the true nature of all myriad beings. This is like observing the worldly existences of a point, a line and an area. Those with supreme wisdom understand the true nature of all worldly existences by observing vertically the relationships between the preceding and current conditions, and horizontally the interrelationships. Then we can understand the true meaning of void-nature and nirvana-nature.

3.1 By observing the preceding-stage and the current-stage conditions, we can verify the Law of Impermanence of all worldly existences. All existences, be they material or mental, be they the material world, or the physical or mental states of sentient beings, are subject to continuous change.

The world may have certain states of beings where they stay static or are in equilibrium on a temporary basis (for example hibernation). But when we observe them with supreme wisdom, we will find that not only do they keep changing on a yearly basis, but also that this change applies to even every briefest moment. After the current state of conditions have ceased to exist, the newly-formed state materialises. This is the state of rising and falling. The rising and falling of each small moment reveals that all existences are ever-moving and ever-changing.

Conventional scholars have a very good explanation of these ever-changing worldly conditions. However they, including the practitioners of dharma, try to make sense of the reality from the ever-changing worldly existences. That is, they are fooled by the material existences and are not able to understand the deeper truth of all existences.

Only those with the supreme wisdom of the Buddha and Mahabodhisattvas realise and understand that all existences are illusions. They understand that existences are not real from the observation of the flow of changing existences. The numerous illusionary existences may well be diverse and confusing, arising and decaying. But when we look into their true nature, we will find them void and of nirvana-nature.

On the other hand, since all existences are of nirvana-nature, they appear from the perspective of time, to be ever-changing. They never stay the same even for the briefest moment. Impermanence implies existences do not have a permanent entity. This is another implication of the nature of sunyata and stillness.

3.2 From observations of existence via inter-relationships, we can conclude that nothing is independent of the Law of Causation, and that everything is without ego. For example, the Buddha explains that the individual sentient being is composed of physical, physiological and psychological phenomena. The so called ego is a deluded illusion which does not exist in reality. Its existence depends on the combination of both physical and mental factors. It is a union of organic phenomena. Thus we call it the empirical ego. It is a mistake to cling to it as an infatuated ego.

The Indian concept of the supreme spirit implies someone who rules. The spirit is the ruler who is independent of is self-dependent and all causes. In other words, the spirit is the one who is free from all primary and secondary causes (for physical and mental aspects). The spirit is the one who has the soul of his own body and mind. This is the ego or supreme spirit that the theologists cling to. From their view point, the only way to avoid physical and mental decay is to be self-determined and self-sovereign. In this way, the supreme being can stay permanent in the cycle of reincarnation, and return to the absolute reality by liberating himself from life and death.

But from the profound contemplation and wisdom of the Buddha and Mahabodhisattvas, we know there is no such reality. Instead, egolessness (non-self) is the only path to understand the reality of the deluded life. All existences are subject to the Law of Causes and Conditions. These include the smallest particles, the relationship between the particles, the planets, and the relationship between them, up to and including the whole universe! From the smallest particles to the biggest matter, there exists no absolute independent identity.

Egolessness (non-self) implies the void characteristics of all existence. Egolessness (non-self) signifies the non-existence of permanent identity for self and existence (Dharma). Sunyata stresses the voidness characteristic of self and existence (Dharma). Sunyata and egolessness possess similar attributes. As we have discussed before, we can observe the profound significance of sunyata from the perspective of inter-dependent relationships. Considering dharma-nature and the condition of nirvana, all existences are immaterial and of a void-nature. Then we see each existence as independent of each other. But then we cannot find any material that does exist independent of everything else. So egolessness also implies void-nature!

3.3 From the observation of all existences, we can infer the theory of nirvana and the complete cessation of all phenomena. From the viewpoint of phenomena, all existences are so different from each other, that they may contradict each other. They are so chaotic. In reality, their existence is illusionary and arises from conditional causation. They seem to exist on one hand, and yet do not exist on the other. They seem to be united, but yet they are so different to one another. They seem to exist and yet they do cease! Ultimately everything will return to harmony and complete calmness. This is the nature of all existence. It is the final resting place for all. If we can understand this reality and remove our illusions, we can find this state of harmony and complete calmness.

All our contradictions, impediments and confusion will be converted to equanimity. Free from illusion, complete calmness will be the result of attaining nirvana. The Buddha emphasised the significance of this attainment and encouraged the direct and profound contemplation on void-nature. He said, "Since there is no absolute self-nature thus every existence exhibits void-nature. Because it is void, there is no rising nor falling. Since there is no rising nor falling, thus everything was originally in complete calmness. Its self-nature is nirvana."

From the viewpoint of time and space, we can surmise that all existences are impermanent, all existences have no permanent self, and nirvana is the result of the cessation of all existences - the Three Universal Characteristics. But there are not three different truths. Instead, they are the characteristics of the only absolute truth and the ultimate reality. This is the explanation of Dharma-nature and the condition of nirvana. The three characteristics are the one characteristic, and vice versa!

We may cultivate our meditation, contemplating the impersonality of all existences. This will lead us to enlightenment via the path of voidness. Contemplating nirvana and complete calmness leads to enlightenment by the path of immaterial form. Contemplating the impermanence of all existences, leads us to enlightenment by the path of inactivity (no desire).

The Three Universal Characteristics are the other implications of Dharma-nature and nirvana. The paths to enlightenment are also the same cause of absolute reality. All of them return to the Dharma-nature and the condition of nirvana. In short, the teachings of the Buddha start from the observation and contemplation of all worldly phenomena. They are like thousands of streams of water competing with each other, and flowing from the top of the mountains to the bottom. Eventually, all of them return to the ocean of voidness and nirvana.

4. Sunyata and Cessation is the Truth (Nature) of All Existences.

All existences that are recognised by worldly understanding, whether materially, spiritually or intellectually, have always been misunderstood by us. We cling to them as real, physically existing and permanent. Actually, they are only unreal names.

The more precise meaning of the term "unreal name" is "assumption" or "hypothesis". It is an empirical name. It is formed by the combination of various causes and effects. (These include the effects of mental consciousness.) It does not exist by itself. Everything exists relatively. Thus, what is the ultimate truth? If we investigate existence further, we realise that all existences are empty. This is the fundamental characteristic and reality of all existence. It is ultimate and absolute. But we should not think that empty means nothing. It implies the disentanglement from the worldly misunderstanding of the existence of self, identity, and the realisation of the absolute.

In the Sutras and Abhidharma, the worldly understandings are sometimes referred to as all phenomena (Dharma). Sunyata is referred to as "Dharma-nature", and hence there is a distinction between "phenomena" and "Dhamma-nature". However, this is only an expedient explanation that helps us to realise the truth of sunyata through the phenomena of all existences.

We should not think that "existence" and "nature"; or the "phenomena of Dharma" and "Dharma-nature" are something contradictory. They are just concepts needed to understand the implication of sunyata.

We may analyse the exp
Vii HunniD Mar 2020
Then Vii said,
"She filled that voidness when Vii was empty"...

Vii had a broken purple heart,
After Vii met her,
Vii melted...

She moulded Vii...

Thus my emotions have a lot of different precincts
I thought I would never change
Ashim Feb 2021
I hate poems,
Really do
For they amplify my sadness,
But again they flush em out,
They fill this voidness,
This voidness within me,
That people fail to see.
Peter Jan 2019
i'm walking down the street
bare feet, without a care
**** uber, metro, I hate public transportation,
i'm dirtying up this sidewalk, for a few years already
i'm writing down a will, in my mind, close to my eyelids,
because i'm on the wrong side of my mind
i feel sick, tasting the bitterness of humanity
when I wipe mankind on the side of the pavement,
at the very deep, there's masculinity mixed with *****,
i'm walking down a bridge full of empty shells
i pass hordes of girls who are smiling insincerely
and again, i feel a boost in my veins
and again, i'm louder than mirrors
and as in the mirrors, voidness space,
and it is me, who takes the best from it
i absorb this poisoned air.
In the ears of mine, i can hear electro heat,
i feel like one man one Jean-Michel Jarre,
rain is pouring through me, sticks to me like fog,
i wrap myself in the warmth of two MDMA's,
someone glances surreptitiously and steals my soul,
you have a backpack full of cash, i have a suitcase full of emotions,
i'm going on a journey through the cursed city
like a hermaphrodite with a broken rod,
streets, like stigmas, cry with hollow screams,
in front of clubs content abortions on the sidewalk,
let's leave this lie, like the walking dead
assertiveness and pride to the gutter washed away.
And again, this booster is kindling my veins
i'm dirtier than a new jerusalem
and similar to it, i'm sticking to everything
and so I'm taking the most out of my heart
and I absorb this poisoned air once again.
and so the booster flows through the aorta
it is flooding my tarred heart,
destination reached.
and my wallet is shimmering with bitter crystal
nothing will change the course of this chemistry,
betrayed. betrayed by their own bodies
vidi, no vici, veni on its own,
and i'm catching a laugh, standing still in the subway
i am still absorbing poisoned air.
i've seen enough.
today, in my city, sun rises in the morning.
you will remember this day forever or forget it for eternity.
That is actually my favorite poem of all
SassyJ May 2016
You are ******* amazing! Great to hear from you so soon! Even better to grasp a part of your humanly self. It’s ******* amazing! It makes me feel like a ******* human! All ****** up in this existence!

Of relationships
I sail in an electric and magical connection one that never radiates. The dreams we had are not impossible.... not plausible. Let me draw the graph for you. The pie charts aced in cycles….. an assortement on the menu. Yet with you, there is a need to sit on your wing and soar above the skies a high. A part of me wished and wished. I feel this place with you is not only a mind **** but a **** ****.  On humanly reality lets jump on the coyote and feel the essence and touch the dreams. Welcome to the memoirs of  my voidness and shitness.

Relationships **** with a responsibility and expectations we lay on another human being. Yet, I smell your scent and forget to sneeze.I drawn to you as a bee is to a pollen. You are wow, a soul that wakes the goddess. I am truly hooked to this journey you traced.... **** ME!

Of Consumption
Your consumption makes you look like a narcissist. That elongated padlock you hang on the door.What in the world makes you think that I can’t understand you? Yet when one meet another like one, life changes dramatically. A heightened feeling of belonging. I lay enchanted by the ecstatic energy that is  over and ever-rising ..... am I ****** up or what? I shine your light, our light.Are you an angel or just a sheep with the devil's eye?The universe happenings HUH!

Of you
Cry the ******* tears and never stop being you. You are you. There is no need of sugar coating or hiding your existence, your uniqueness. Masking your concrete and your vulnerabilities.Roll your **** and I will get soaked in mine, keep the sinking quarry to yourself. Root oneself as the ******* string evokes.

Of Pain... *******!
No one ever planned for the hurt..... it's **** and it's life. **** the ache…… embrace the joy of the universe. Life in it's intricacies is a mystery. Then I am like ****…. Society tells us that one needs to be owned but I reject that notion…. Totally. Thanks for the openness! The warmest escape and embrace by a stranger. Somedays my logic ticks and ticks, then the doubt preys. I question the stream of differences. We creep as we fill the lines..... love and transmute!

...So Long....
What am I doing here acting like a baby who needs ***** changing….. **** this typing Tourette’s.  ****! The warrior hearts will fight through. The love they found, the visions stormed, the wall and obstacles we face. Keep shining the light as if a heaven guardian. The love is in the patterns, the dreams.... Be sure that this love will be hidden in a sacred place! Get a grip because I will always ******* love you...... *******!

Just fly and *******,
vircapio gale Jun 2012
phenomenal! vibrant light-helixes of vortexical sound
bivolving sorrow-joy cascades
into motional peace & silent selfhood surrounded.

Threads are coming together
              I celebrate the infinite beyond
              I know I do not know,
              and question-knowing I discern my choice
encompassed ---
      live and know the life inside
as what it is and can be;
to live and explore unknown chords
of heartsong cloudscapes; to be sound,
to be consciousness of light; to be
light itself and voidness all potential;
to be love and to love&be-loved;
in a timeless stillness forgotten in its thinking of;
to spiral quietly before an ever-emergent soundfulness--
to be deafened with a clarity of hearing! to drown
in colors blooming
in the dark; to feel the breath of things and taste contentment
pure as quartz in spring water, white sage and myrr.

grounded in a vastness spilling symmetry
this is witnessed by a newly discovered self
now swept away with verdant effulgence
---dispersing unity here,
bringing light to this Whole Now that is,
now... here, is an integral clarity,
a clear laying down of that union--
that metaspeech of truth-dwelling seen,
a resident teaching echoed in every breeze
healing into wholeness giving birth to itself forever:
just now noted.
mannley collins Dec 2014
Dearest John,
Whats the point of writing something to you that you will probably never read.
if writing nothing to you is the only something I can write?.
Whats the point of writing nothing to you if I cant write something to you that's really nothing to you?.
Whats the point?.
A nightingale singing in the the Lilac bush
in my backyard?
Is that the point?.
saying hear me sing just for you--listener!.
A luscious Blackberry swollen with its lifes nectar,
dangling insouciantly, singing its song silently--
pick me--crush me in your mouth--
wash your tongue with my sweetness.
Is that the point?.
A Selmer hand made Alto Clarinet on its stand-
daring me to play the melody of the Isness of the Universe just for you?
Is that the point?.
swooping keening hawk like notes
flowing from my very beingness.
An empty canvas waiting patiently
for medium to be applied.
The Chaos of my emptiness
crying out to be stirred into the action of your Form.
Is that the point?.
Or just to say for your ears alone--I Love You!.
An unfilled pan needing filling
with hen ***** and milk and salt and pepper--
and then flamed into the tasty miracle of scrumbled eggs.
Yummy yummy yummy
Ive got food in my tummy
and everything is gonna be alright.

If I tried to write my life down for you
would you come to my waiting arms?
Would you end this cruel silence?
Would you commit a line of meaningful prose
to your keyboard just to tell me you love me?
But your gone to heaven knows where?
Dissapeared into the maw of electronic death.
Leaving me bereft of your yourness.
No access to your body fluids.
No more your flesh to caress.
As if I could penetrate the skin
of your aloneness and merge into the Isness that keeps
molecules of your georgeous beingness together.
Walking talking laughing the symphony of life together.

Would you listen if I spoke truthfully to you
or would you prefer one of the many "truths"
of your multiple "religions" or "politics" or "philosophies"?.
But as I can only speak truthfully then I guess
youll hear but not listen.
Wasting your opportunities at Isness realisation
as you have done since I,as the Isness of the Universe,
brought into being voidness from my own essence
with time and materiality--hearing but not listening
to the Brownian arpeggios of the rising and falling scales
of the music of the spheres.
I play my horn of blackwood to the empty rooms
of my universe--
accompanied by the booming bass of harmony--
Amazing Grease.
India the Corrupted.
Moanin and Groanin.
Warm as Luke.
A Chicken Supreme.
God Rest Ye Gerry Mandlebaum.
The Universe listens.
Everyone else hears.
I speak.
your ears are closed.
Jwala Kay Aug 2012
It was not like any other moment.
I was standing in my ward.
The ever dark and cold closure.
My dampened single-bed room.
My four-walled medium.
While, it was outside, so calm and still
Must be hibernating.
But poor creature, it waited
Waited, just a handspan
away from my window pane.
And my bolted glass window
did not welcome it.
And so it waited, settled
Closely watching another soul like itself.

I stood more like a rock
Staring at that pallid one.
Communicating in dead-muteness.
A despirited eye-contact.
In a moment or so, I slash
Slash my burdened eyebrows
O'er my wet eyeballs.
Apologizing for my plight
Of unexplainable helplessness.
And it waited there, calm and still,
Hearing my unspoken Testimony.

Thus we waited staring at each other
And between us was the adamant
Glass Window - slumbering soullessly!

It was darker than me.
But was getting paler and paler.
And I stood at the same spot
Staring and blinking
Waiting for it to flutter away.
Afterall, unlike me,
It had a huge space to fly.
And I know that, for I've stared,
Out of the window before,
The whole world.
But it stayed there
As if, afraid of flying, like me.

Hands swept across the clocks
And It turned paler to a fairer one
Stained with frozen crimson red veins.
And by twilight
the fair creature broke its penance.
Got blown by the breeze
And laid on the soft snow
On the concrete floor.
Then there was voidness.
Nothing to stare at.
No more soul to share my story.

I stood there, calm and still
But this time a tear rolled down
From my sunken eyes.
And then I closed my eyes
in prayer and wished
for the courage to
Shatter the glass window
And jump out
To become a gravestone
For my li'l pal's corpse.
A moment before receiving NED.
pio son pie Aug 2018
you may hate the truth about this life.
you may hate the fact about the path that you had already thrown.
you may hate the feelings about the feels that you had already expressed.

this world literally has nothing.
has nothing nonetheless you.
you just can’t accept what had already occurred.
you just can’t take it sincerely.

this world changes every millisecond.
you just can't beat it.
the world literally ignores you.
you are the failure for a particular person.

you are the only one who can fill your voidness.
you are the one who can bring influentialness to another person.
before another person did it to you, worse and shameful.
humans are exactly imperfect.

but again, depends on what you did to your life, take yours wisely.
humans deserve to be happy in their own ways,
their life might be not happy to face the "ways" they take.
time does matter to use it perfectly.
tranquil Oct 2013
if it were the last of them
the stream of endless years
if we ruled the last of them
holy stalwart spheres

had it been a motionless
disguise of fantasy
a spin of modest voidness
stroll into levity

had it been the last of it
the sooty pangs of love
if it were the final lie
of all intolerables

of all it is and what was not
that none shall ever be
a dream of burnished glossy hearts
in love eternally

only if i had her close
as hope clings onto fright
as drowning bodies hang onto
a ruinous ocean tide

a word or two could restitute
the stolen bliss of old
as flames of dying stars in sky
in stories left untold

for slopey graves of trailing night
wailing eat such souls
breaking journeys as a breath
sweeping take control

of minds which peer into dark
longing a rosy dawn
reeling under a shadow breath
float away be gone

to land in but where is no dream
motionless fantasy
in hope of such a void where
we shall never meet
holy stalwart spheres indicate the spheres of time
tranquil Oct 2013
what sits in vicious throes of time
her silver shiny face
quivering from infernal forge
obscured away in space

enigma of this starry gloom
labyrinth of fantasy
dissected by her loneliness
seamless as tranquil sea

the opus of my nightingale
and chastened sounds of glee
sure as a stolen sight of gods
reveal our destiny

a life of defunct voidness
the land of phantom trace
in fraction of the infinite
she finds a sweet embrace

of what is filtered through her eyes
it rains through silver hair
all in the moments autumns float
and thunders sweep with care

for those of us who shall be praise
or bring repose upon
hers is the love so often missed
and seldom ever won

for coldest warmth of molten dreams
may spiral passing by
and mark a mortal woman's love
for a man who could not die
born of the wind
              velvet blue rose
              as inescapable as
              the piercing armageddon
in a time where hymns get sung
                    to the fond desires of
                    my darling muse
                    the paradox of her jubilant soul
So the loneliness that once was is gone.
And in its voidness and darkness,
Love’s sweet fund,
Has banked and coined its way on.

I toil as I sweat blood,
But still I would not change a day,
Because her smile make me happier,
A lot more than I can say.

I just wanted to be held,
Well now I could.
And all that needs to be understood.
Is that’s she fine and **** and loves me like she would.

Every pain she can take,
Every imperfection she makes great.
every time I cry its cuz’ I’m not with her,
every time I sleep it’s because I’m missing her.

I don’t know how long or short this is going to be,
Cuz I don’t know how long I can try to adequately describe,
How she selflessly and selfishly is loved and gives love, and takes and she creates,
A brand new future with a united soul foreign to hate.

I don’t know how she stands me,
How she lives with my mistakes,
But god ****** don’t let anyone tell you,
That I’m not in love with her.

Je t’aime my baby Mia.
Ree Bunch Feb 2016
Voidness replaced with hope.
Positive lines sprouts seeds of happiness.
        Growing inside her is a work of art.

Ambiance of mirth.
Brown eyes enchanting her soul.
        Running swiftly away with her heart.

Thoughts of confusion.
Assaults her mind.
       Who is this inglorious wanderer?

The word summons her to death.
“Where did I fail?” engrosses her.
       GUILTY emits as her miracle child is committed for ******.
I always try to think about how the parents of the people who commit unthinkable crimes feel; although I pray I don't learn firsthand.
Vikshipta Jun 2017
Snatched in betwixt'
The Shifting
and Switching
All midst the alters..
and moods..
The hasty cyclone..
The Rapid cycling..
The Stumbling..
The hurling..
One after other
All these emotions'
From exhilaration.
The loquacious episodes..
To Exasperation.
The floating. dripping.salty..rampage.
amid all frantic..
all the chaos..
this effete voidness..
Gleaning selves up'
unhanding 'em again
Gleaning And unhanding .
Over and over
a silent chaos Jul 2018
I guess,

silence is the loudest scream
you'll ever hear.

silence is the greatest chaos
you'll ever see.

silence is the most painful feeling
you'll ever bear.


Silence is the most frightening
voidness you'll ever be trapped into.
Will you be able to get out? Or will you be blind? Will you be deaf? Or will you be numb?
Ralph Akintan Feb 2019
I dialled your number.
I sent some messages.
Response held-up in
Vehicular traffic of
Transmitting voidness in the
Midst of a dead silence from
A dead telephone line.

A loud silence responded,
Diverting answers into
The vortex of emptiness.
Clock of silence lightly enstopped
Beacons of response.

When l dialled your line,
When l sent some
Voiceless echoes permeated
Membrane of hindrance,
Waging wars of friction.

But l dialled your number.
Poetic T Apr 2017
I syringe the essence from my imaginings
from depleted veins, the voidness of the white
concedes to the lobotomy of a manuscript
that hold no weight in the pool of my mind

A rhapsody serenades the dying breath of
faded delusions, a masterpiece of blind syllables
are never hitting the pool that they were thrown upon.
My words are a pool of breath that's evaporating.

I lingered in a abyss of charcoal motions,
everything versed parched, unrecognised
within the visuals of others contemplation.
But then I lingered on an image within my view.

*"Creation is just a moment captured in a sight versed,
on white paper
the ink sheds itself,
destroys all voidness,
writing appears,
something is read,
after your death you send it,
to the living
to always be told
from generation to generation.
Indonesia, 14th April 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
JessyWrites May 2015
I watched her there

Standing from afar

Overlooking the horizon of a star

Darkness and voidness sorrounded her but surrenderee will someday surrender on her.

She ain't a knight with a shining armor of superiority.

She ain't a treatment that concealed every bruise of brutality.

She ain't a fantasy that hides the reality.

Cant you see? She's pretending, not being she.

Tons scratch, bruise and scars hidden within thee.

Strong lady.

Impregnable, inviolable and unassailable.

Strong outside yet fragile inside.

But then a youth stepped into her and bathed into her darkness.

Youth says to her, to the depression bearer: "What ails thee strong lady? That thou woe thy eye?"

Strong lady sat herself down and weeps, sunken cheeks and salted liquids run down her face, she speaks and says: "I should've sleep in peace young youth for I suffered desecrate and torment, aid not naebody, and father used and abused thee"

Yet, young youth says: "Hush down depression bearer henceforth I shall build thy walls and protect thee, thou shalt not say those words for I shall follow thee"
I salute those suffered from **** and was abused but learns to go on with life. This is for you.
Ridhu Faran Apr 2018
Are these stars frozen fireflies
And the Moon one of the many apple pies?
They say times never rhyme
And planets do rime.

There's nothing real onto the horizon,
Just a dark room and fake voidness.
Maybe the butterflies reach there,
For some stellar nectar of meteor dust

A hole to a whole new place
Of mystic silence and surreal paintings.
Maybe its all inside one tiny jar
And its always a fading sight.

Forever its a dazed maze
For every soul that searches
For everlasting questions and
Forever fireflies stay frozen.
I was watching the stars in a bizarre black&white situation with no lights around except for a small fire red and orange and this!
Erom elims Oct 2014
Grandest mothers of infinity
Hydrogen powered entities seasoned in the golden years of expanding illuminating the universe peering from my night sky
Exploding your cosmic rich guts to form our eclectic experience
From love thirsty suffering endless happiness
Iron sprinting in my heart and veins from the bellies of gas burning fiery giants shine their smiles with beautiful faces
Flares shooting from a creator that does not think or feel-just acting as an is
Born from tightly hugged and squeezed by gravity’s riches swirled for billions of years until bam!
A sun god is born
Conceived in the universes filaments
Of still gases huddling up against the cold dark reaches of outer space voidness
Precursors to intelligent life waiting for it’s first blinking eye with a tear holding a caress
Emptiness turning into something with viewable aesthetics drawing musically shredding pleasuring our minds
Until our stars grow then donated to universal orphans waiting to be born as poets or fools
Or human pollutants
Ignorant to the grand exoskeleton of the bunched galaxies entwined into filaments stringing along
Harmoniously singing in non audible dimensions
All galloping apart faster than seconds ago
Faster than physical perceptions-only godly retentions
Expanding energy from mass accelerated times human perception unknown
Like mysterious love letters place in a lavish garden for one’s truly
Like minuet ancient footprints in antique beach sea soggy sand
Transcending our space and concealed time locked in your heads
As we sleep
worlds without end
spinning weeping
Dr Sudhansu Dash Sep 2016
(Awarded with International Elite Writer’s Award )

I crawl fast on my stomach
Over the gray fields of summer
The feet ached tramping up and down
Dug out from the memory of the hard days
Needless to look their safety as my own.
I listen the simple rhythms of the blizzard
All the night through
Cool them under the ****** coat of humanity
With a deep faith on what the warmth of the coldness can do.
The hungry child searching for a drop of milk
From the mother’s in capable settled breast
Palms return hopeless
An infinite voidness settled on two liquid eyes
But just consoles of the undone breast today
Would be overflowing tomorrow.
The heart stands still, with no passion to inspire
Yet, I think,
To wait for nothing is the final freedom
Water must run between two narrow cruel banks of the river
Never in all my life have I complained.
I fail to endure the terrible joy of my being a human
Of an unpromised tomorrow.

Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash
Poetic T Apr 2017
I am flying a kite in the
                            voidness of wind.
Only my thoughts are the
                                  breath  that moves
its silhouette.
SaeIt Aug 2017
Dang im unhappy, laying down in my bed
Dont wanna deal with all the thoughts rushing up in my head

Let me find something to do, to pass this little time
Thinking outside the box but scared to cross the line

Im so sick of repetition, aint nothing really to do
My appetite sparking up, i feel the voidness with food

Smoking aint really fun, its just something to do
We all idle right now so of course we thinking its cool

We ain't got nothing to prove, but we try to anyway
Rather try to fit in than be ourselves any day

Aint got nothing in common so we make up something to say
We make fun of any and everybody who won't cooperate

We can't enjoy the time now cause we waiting on another day to come
Can't concentrate on where we going cause we keep looking back at where we come from

I know it's hard to forget because what made us was the slums
But we must keep moving forward and remember that them days in done
Shobhit Mar 2018
The purpose of your life is often forgotten
and at times it doesn't even matter.
You toil hard to recollect it, reconsider it and somehow
Reconstruct it.

For a while, you take pride in seeing what you have rebuilt from scratch, from broken bones.

But that moment of self-appraisal is so ephemeral that you fail to capture it like you have done all your life for tons of other moments, you thought were vital.
But they were lost in the mist of
Procrastination and complacency, your only two bullets in your barrel.

So you are done recreating your purpose, one more night went by
without your eyes getting what they have craved for years, sleep.

Your brain exhausted and demolished inch by inch in the futile iterations, but you don't give up. And yet those red cracked up
dry eyeballs don't fail to do What they do best, see through the cracks lines of your glued pieces.

They exactly know how and when they will fall apart again for they have seen the same now for untrackable times.
Your head doesn't even try to comprehend what you are
forcing it to understand. For it has accurately anticipated the outcome.

After all, past experiences do save a lot of time effort and energy. Once again you have ruined your night, and perhaps the day to come and years to go.

All your determination spent in useless resolutions that are destined to doom tomorrow first thing in the morning.

Coz you have used freshly brewed Willpower to exhilarate a soul that seeks rest and solitude and blankness, a speck of nothingness if possible only for a second.

How pathetic is your cognition, failing to apprehend your own mind while you live your life in vanity claiming to understand others?
For once in your life, surrender.Raise both your hands and say "**** this ****". Go far far away from the things, people and places you are remotely familiar with.

Give your thoughts a ventilation and your head a passage for clearance. Pour every drop of them into a pit and cover it with rich humid assimilation.Don't worry if they will germinate.Just leave them there on their own.

Move away to the edge of nothingness, clearing the shelves, dusting off all phony ideas, dreams, and whatnots, you have accumulated during those insipid nights which you thought were your companions, your shed of solitude for you were a fool.

For once,  surprise yourself, love yourself like you have done to everyone else in your life but you.

For once, don't bother thinking before doing something.

For once, taste the mystical taste of consequences no matter how grave they may be.

For once, just do it and let time and another side of your brain handle the rest. It has been there for a while now doing nothing but watching the other half thinking, compiling junks for years.

This is nothing but bathing your soul, your conscience, your perspective in the spring of voidness.
a silent chaos May 2021
Suddenly, the comfort of aesthetics left my eyes
Replaced by voidness filled with questions of uncertainties
Who am I?
And who I want to be?
TheSinBin Feb 2018
feel my life
My helplessness
feel my strife
My selflessness
feel my pain
My carelessness
Feel my cage
My voidness

Feel your courage
Your fearlessness
Feel your joy
Your  happiness
Feel your Truth
Your righteousness
Feel your Freedom
Your limitlessness
I wrote this due to how I, like most people, compare themselves to other people. Sometimes you feel the need to want to even become a clone of them; the hardest part in life is letting yourself be yourself.
Ufran Shaikh Aug 2019
Imprisoned within these four walls
Far and wide I look,
I see clear voidness
My voice screaming for a moment's peace
Imprisoned within these four walls
My neck straining in it's restricted position
Imprisoned within these four walls
I cannot breathe,
My soul marching against my body for freedom
How can one be imprisoned within the four walls?
These are the four walls
Four walls that paralyzes rationally,
Imprisoning you.
Keya Oct 2019
My dreams hunt my reality.
They use their claws to ****** away life.
They take me down, towards the ground.

My dreams chase my desires.
They thrash down all my hopes.
They linger into my breath, and into my soul.

My past traps my dreams and everything seems impossible now.

My passionate heart thuds to blossom.
They run from the present and walk into the dark.
A sudden wave of voidness rise beneath my body
As they call my name.
They call my name.
He came to the home as a wispy shadow
through the rusty keyhole
having lost direction on the way
opening the door
he found that read letters don't grow very well

He sought goodness
in spite of knowing where the weeds grew
In the thick of the fight
he succumbed to being the anti-hero
but a metaphor in the voidness of
the facing night

— The End —