11/22/2012

Ring


Clear Winter midnight,
stars glittering in the void,
The empty bowl rings.
Hollow the lute's heart:
that's where the music is.
A breeze plays the reed
with nothing at its core.
This the poor in spirit understand:
before you were even born
the vacuum overflowed
with gratitude.
Here's the secret:
Be hollow and empty.

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