It all comes down to emptiness
In the pool of my life.
I see the crust of meaning
Crumbling into ashes of purpose,
Every rock metamorphosed
And lost from form.
It’s like the whole fire of life is ready to dissolve
In the flood of demanding,
Unable to connect with itself.
Meaning has lost its purpose
In the absence of reflection.
The wholeness of being is in Death’s throe,
Desperately seeking vision.
Without eyes,
What is destroyed is random light,
Unable to find sight.
The guidance is lost to purpose
In the collapse of existing.
Death is the vacuum of the dissociated self.
Space is lost in it’s empty promise
Of existence in manifestation.
The absence of place in emptiness,
The seed of life is gone,
I reach out without touching,
No vision, no promise, no hand of God.
In a continuous void of Nothing
It is Enlightenment without Vision.