Draw a circle, yet nothing is contained.
Make a dot, and nothing is signified.
A line cannot get you from here to there
Because there is nowhere to go.
The seas of reality parted me,
And everything rushed out.
The scent of a single raindrop tickled me.
And the seas opened me again.
Like the tides rolling in
Obliterating all shapes and contours,
My mind is denuded of its stubble.
I am made new, over and over again.
*from Verses from Emptiness, a work in progress of journal entries.