Emptiness (need sources)
A boundless unencumbered space, open, empty, still,
Earth, its hills and rivers, are only names, nothing more.
You can quarter the mind, lump all forms into one,
They’re still just echos murmuring through empty ravines. (42)
In any event, in any moment, and in any place,
none can be other than the
marvelous revelation of its glorious light
Above, below and around you, all is
Spontaneously existing, for
There is nowhere which is
Emptiness: Its like bubbles that form
on the surface of waves,.
Like lightning bolts streaking across the sky
Forms don’t hinder emptiness;
Emptiness is the tissue of form
Emptiness isn’t the destruction of form;
Form is the flesh of emptiness
Inside the dharma gates where form and emptiness are not two
A lame turtle with painted eyebrows stands in the evening breeze.