I am the love of emptiness for that which fills it. Not a love of need, but simply of existence. All things are within my grasp and I hold to none. Even I am within my Self, as I who write am startled by the witnessing, and the witness is startled by the Darkness that exhales it. Darkness am I – dark to the human eye.
I am the love of emptiness
Originally published: Jun 2002 Featured in one of my books