Emptiness Found Full

it's not that we are empty of - but 

empty with.

as a flower is a unique expression of a seed held by earth and nourished to bloom by rain and sunlight, not one thing can possibly be removed from the whole of it's becoming. To find myself in awe of the beauty of a flower, is to welcome it in my own appreciative capacity, I too am fertile ground for it to become within my view. 

for a thing to be empty is simply a seen through illusion of it being a thing at all - to find emptiness is seeing the potential of seed once it is touched by earth and abandons its identity as a seed to the reach of sun. The seed was never just a seed anymore than a flower is the end result of what will be. Emptiness is the constant mystery of becoming/ceasing/ and becoming once more - yet at all times it's only life happening in its own accord. 

my own emptiness is found full - the world in

bloom.

touched by all existence. 

(and of course it's not like this at all)

~

Peace,

Eric