There is an emptiness that is full; and a fullness that is empty. They occupy the same space.
All feeling ripples thru that space; all thought glistens within it.
You and I are gossamer strands of naming that coalesce, intertwine and then disintegrate.
History is a music that emerges from the silence, & then is reabsorbed.
There is no word to describe the true nature of this space, but the closest to it would be "love."
There is no word to describe the true nature of this space, but the closest to it would be "love."
-- Richard Power