This Emptiness

I called into the canyon,
and there was no echo.

Looking in the mirror,

no reflection.

No shadow

as I stand in the afternoon sun.

The sage tells me

Emptiness first.

Then,

What comes before this

Emptiness.

Pointers

Everything

points

to

This.

Follow these words

back

to

their

Source.

Go Anywhere

Where can you go

that I am

not?

Is there a place where Space

is not?

Where sky is

not?

Where Now is 

not?

Even there

I am.

Homecoming

Spinning

effortlessly...

Humming

of bees...

Diving

straight

into the Heart

of the

Sun

The Visitor

Death
met me on the path today

and laid down in my arms;

it seemed so natural

as he reached up and

tore

this

reality

to shreds.