Emptiness

Imagine this

And listen to the sound

Of being ness

In All that Is

It brings togetherness

Where there is loneliness

Peacefulness

It surely is

The field where I belong

From which I came

In which am strong

Am merged in it

In silence

Pop up in it

When inner conscience

Evokes a thought

To which I ought

To react

And I do

Because it’s true

It has been given to me

As a treasure of poetry

A gift of unconditional love

Silence inside

There is nothing to hide

 It is as pure as it is

Nothingness is bliss

And from it there arises

All that is

And I am That

So I will never forget

The reason of my existence

To be here in this instance

And live my life 
In pure gratitude

A TaoZen infinitude

Electrifying colours to sprout

In a love so vast and true

Holding magneticly unto

Each other like a chain

Wishing to maintain

The flow created in this way

As a neverending ballet

Wanting to portray

A seed in all its glory

As a neverending story

Of evolution

Fruition after fruition

Many flowers, many colours

They all come in different flavours

Yet all are directed

To the One

From which they all know

Their life begun

And in that One

They will return

Love is the seed in the earth

It encompasses the Soul
To emphasize it as whole
forever and again
in a new cycle of Zen

Source of being

Is love in its seeing
embracing unconditionally
the whole cosmic scene
as a radiant background unseen