Monday, March 05, 2007

Buried Treasure

I came across an old journal from 2005 and read this poem written on the last page. I didn't write the poem and I don't know who did. It resonated with me today, as I guess it did two years ago when I wrote it down.

Being is not what it seems
Nor non being
The world's existence is not the world.
Something opens our wings,
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear,
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only emptiness.
Essence is emptiness.
Everything else is accidental.
Emptiness brings peace to loving.
Everything else, disease.
In this world of trickery
Emptiness is what your soul wants.

"Emptiness is what your soul wants." is such a clear message to me. I have been clearing out and clearing out... uncovering layers of old stuff, throwing and giving things away, sorting, and packing up. Every now and then I find a buried treasure.