Crevasse of Emptiness?
Take comfort in your loneliness.
Do not be in mourning upon what you desire and are without.
If you are to cry for your loneliness,
would you then not weep for those who do not have feet to walk
or eyes to see or hands to feel?
Or a puddle of water separated from the sea,
cast to a shoreline's depression from a violent wave?
Men travel with their thoughts and visions and dreams.
They see beyond time with their mind's eye,
and feel the infinite realms of love with their passionate hearts.
And within the puddle of water separated from itís source,
are fragments of life moving inside of it,
as are fragments of life moving within the sea from where it
Is not a single breath of life - giving air
a part of and as beautiful as the vast November sky?
Your loneliness is born from what you do not understand
not from what you do not have.
Therefore it has carved inside yourself a crevasse of emptiness.
If you desire what you do not have,
you will never have it.
And if you then think that you have acquired your desire,
you will only know it's shape,
and never smell it's scent
or be able to envelope it's heart and soul.
You may touch it's branches,
but never eat the fruit that it bears.
In your emptiness,
be still and listen in, to it's echoing silence.
And as the calm before the storm reveals the impending rain,
you will rise in the surf of it's surging tide of enlightenment.
You may then know that the empty regions of space,
as your emptiness,
are filled with living planets and stars.
And you will then understand that the salt in your tears
dwells in the wetness of the oceans and the winds salty breeze.
As all that you desire has always been there for you to see.
Be silent unto yourself and desire not.
You are all that there was, is and will ever be,
a fragment of all things throughout time and beyond.
And all of life in turn has fragments of your soul, deep within it's bosom.
A star standing alone by itself is only one star,
unless we look beyond it's loneliness,
to where the galaxy has always been.