My Heart Sutra (In Three Parts)

 

Before a whispered
word -
Emptiness waits to know
your lips.
And only then come to
form.

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Emptiness does not give
way to form -
Every object is for the caress of
space alone.
And in return nothingness wraps
itself to the curve of
everything.
We are defined by this embrace.

 

 

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So we meet...realized in
form -
and surrendered at
once as
emptiness.
With no becoming we are free to
exist within one another.
With no where to leave off we mingle
intimate at fingertips -
Space meeting itself as form in a
play of pure delight.
And in this moment we
simply are -
Form,
Emptiness,
And something more
entirely our
own.