Tuesday 23 June 2009

Emptiness is my gift to you …

Would you prefer cash? Or gold? Or a few words of advice?

I give you emptiness. Inside. Inner space.

Is there an ache, a longing, or nothing?

I keep talking, keep writing, keep posting, but where is the silence?

Listen!

O Master, I hear nothing.

O my child, what do you feel?

Nothing.

Perfect!