This emptiness within, an utter stillness that could, <br />Would, should remain transfixed by eternity <br /> <br />Not a sunyatian stillness not the perfect void <br />A void, no, rather devoid <br />Not a perfect vacumn not even the space <br />To fill up a space that <br /> <br />Silences and stillness from analysis <br />Springs nought; not the naught but the knot <br />And the stillness and the silence in empty hearts <br />As far from perfection as existence <br />As far from existence as perfection <br />From where perfection springs <br />From the depth of the naughts <br /> <br />This emptiness within, then as still <br />As far from perfection's existence <br />As from perfecting existence <br /> <br />Transcends and permeates the fickle uneasy mind <br />Leaving mind and thought and emotion far, far behind. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright 2008 Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-emptiness-within/
