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When we glimpse the infinite emptiness of the world from a state of emptiness, it is scary and daunting. We feel insignificant because we realize that our own being is essentially without content, and our ego groundless. But it is this empty state that we find authentic enlightened bliss, for the un-canniness we feel in the face of the fundamental impermanence and emptiness of the world is often the precursor to a transcendence, and embrace of the emptiness, if you will. What can follow is a sense of elation into bliss as we grasp the true nature of such freedom, where attachments are abandoned and there is but being for its own sake. (From the teachings of Zen.)
Running On Empty
by Odin Roark
I remember the day,
when I brought myself
to learn the meanings,
how everything came by way
of Nothing’s daring.
Nothingness came out to join my walk
across Earth’s campus,
its silhouette of innate knowledge
taking the lead,
beckoning I follow
this Nothing with a shadow.
Calmly, Nothing whispered…
“Let your mind once again suckle your senses,
awaken them to your inner-self.”
I listened to my past.
I saw where I was today.
I touched my face to be sure.
I smelled the odor of inaction.
I tasted the bitterness of regret.
There came the nothingness rule of chance,
my willingness to severe attachments,
especially to Nothing’s shadow.
From the void,
an unexpected thunderous shock opened my belly,
where ashes of ignorance rose,
vanquished by the wind.
A downpour filled the cavity
bearing echoes urging I dig deep
“Find the root of your flower,
drench its dwindling life
by letting go what you are,
become what you might be."
the pitch black of transition
bore down asking I patiently search the void,
transcend into the heart of Nothing’s fullness,
accepting wisdom’s pulse
beneath the beat of the obvious.
It’s getting louder.”
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|Reviewed by Eileen Granfors
|Odin, You always make me think, and see the world in a new way. Though I don't feel the nothingness now, I have been there when nothing was enough and life seemed as black as tar. Well written.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|This one is profoundly interesting. It begs an epiphany of thought that I've never experienced and probably never will. Somehow it reminds me of "40 days and 40 nights in the wilderness" where one would definitely eventually come to "running on empty."
Is that the way the drunk feels when he wants one more and there's nothing left to drink in the house but water?
|Reviewed by Jansen Estrup
|This one gives me a shiver, Odin. But is it a shiver of expectation, or dread?
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|by letting go what you are,
become what you might be.
Sage advice for everyone.
|Reviewed by D.T. de Bruijn
|To me, the secret is, what you might be, you already are. I respect your poetry, it comes across as very professional. Thank you.|
|Reviewed by Zlubob Vasilsi
|Reviewed by J. Quantaman
|Trying to describe nothingness is like probing the innards of a black hole. It can't be done, but I believe you've nailed the event horizon quite well.|