Emptiness Dancing

 

 

When we thoroughly wake up

To the unsatisfactory nature

Of all dream experiences

Becoming aware how strong the tendency is to believe

That real satisfaction could be found

In that which has no substance whatsoever

That can feel like disillusionment, detachment, sobering up

Then that disenchantment can become another belief, view

If the mind starts to fixate

On that conclusion

Suchness is beyond both satisfaction and dissatisfaction

When you drop all conclusions

Reality shines wide open, with natural dignity

Yes, everything is already gone

It’s just one luminous form releasing into another

Leaving no trace

Everyone is already dead, or in the process of dying, in a certain sense

You never know how much time you have with someone you love

And even when that time together occurs

It’s utterly ungraspable

Time has no continuity

All there is is a magical show of vivid snapshots

Appearing in timeless simultaneity

Animated and lively, perfectly still and streaming

Yet when I feel into it

Nothing is ever really gone

The essence of all experiences

Re-emerge with every breath

Only to be extinguished, in ceaseless release

When I keep feeling into it

In the heart of Reality

I encounter a strange cessation

An empty space

An empty recognition of

What-I-am, what-this-is

The absence of ‘I’

Natural enjoyment, spontaneous joy:

Without anything grasping on it

Inseparable from bittersweet sadness

I would not call it satisfaction

But it’s rather ecstatic, free and clear minded

It’s like bliss

Without anyone experiencing it

Bliss inseparable from

Emptiness dancing