It's hard to understand
just how much space
expands
as soon as its
collapse is grasped.
The clockwork movement
of the gears
won't move you
to tears until
you observe
that there
aren't any gears.
In other words:
the rapture of freedom
only comes
with admittance
that there's nothing
whatever to be
captured—or to capture.
It's a pittance
when you comprehend
that all of this
is emptiness,
but fortunes
are brokered
whenever you notice
that emptiness must
(nonetheless) somehow
appear.
