~ This page is fine the way it is. Empty and possible. ~
~ Beauty comes from bowing to the naked moment, before you can say a thing. This empty page needs your faithful attention, otherwise these words become untrue. ~
~ How do you leave things as they are? I’ve spoke prematurely, I don’t know what beauty is. ~
~ Stay close to this empty page, this is how the Universe is born. ~
~ These words… are secondary, first is our impeccable erasure. For if you move too quickly, you won’t notice the beauty which stirs inside this moments empty heart. ~
~ If you really want beauty, you have to forget the beauty that was yesterday and let yourself be born today. ~
~ The beauty of any form lies in its yielding to its empty source. ~
~ What am I saying? I’m still moving too fast. Falling into that single trap of worshiping the false idol of what I can comprehend. ~
~ Good, let this poem be erased! Let it be as if I never wrote a thing. ~
