Nirvana Blues

At the heart of the warm is the cool.
At the heart of the cool is the warm.
At the heart of the full is the empty.
At the heart of the empty, the full.
The deeper you sink into darkness,
the closer you come to the source of light.
Not knowing this, we cling to warmth
and freeze.
We cling to wealth and become poor.
Why not be a tiny black bug
with enormous golden wings?
Last night's starry radiance,
inflected by a hazy blue afternoon,
now thickens to curds of mist and drizzle.
I'm meaningless this evening,
burnt out, empty, cool.
Aren't you? What shall we do?
Non-resistance is our discipline.
Don't even try to strike a spark in vast loneliness.
Instead, become the dark.
Do less than I am, so boundlessly alone
it's easier to abandon being than solitude.
Listen!
There's a spark in the heart of emptiness
that never had to be struck.
Sink so low you ignite!