Shunyata

by Arthur Weil

(“empty bliss”)

Ever we make the loop
From nothing to nothing

The bird’s flown the coop
Only space and time were lost

Advance at any cost
To nothing

Yet some million cells die
Die all the time

Replaced in mid-striving

As I aged and waged
In my house, often caged

To return to blank nothing

One day, old and frail
The folks around the angels hail

A lightning bolt vision of delight
That all these no–things
Placed just right

Mean something!

31-Mar-2002

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