Emptiness

A short little poem I wrote to help orient myself at the beginning of the day. I'm hoping it can be of use to others!

Satisfaction is a fleeting thing,

I've searched for it in earnest.

From where it came, to my surprise,

was not the world I knew prior to its coming.

Not from constructed self-indulgence

but the fruit of careful self-denial.

Things rise and then they pass away;

their very core is volatile.

Without exception the same is true

for discernment, volition, perception, and feeling;

nothing of matter is exempt from nonbeing

and nothing nonbeing is warranted clinging.

In times of discordance consider, "not-two",

for nothing is of it's own.

Author's Note

Any sort of comment would be appreciated!

Reviews

[Kleio13]

The first two lines gave the way to the meaning of emptiness. I've been in that black hole too many times before, but i only found the sense of righteousness and glory in my writing to keep from that delirious void. Thank you, this poem means much to me.