so hard with eyes
so jumpy,
it's easy to miss
what we really
find spiritual: this universe
is like a cathedral—
it's most beautiful
when it's empty.
In fact, there is
so much nothingness
we could never take it in
or bear it all away.
at the end
of the day. And yet,
emptiness
can't be nothingness,
since it fills us
and describes existence.
"It means little, though,"
you want to protest,
"without that dust mote
of Love over which
vacancy prevails."
And that's all you can know
on Earth (as they say),
and all you need
to know, I agree—assuming
you're okay
with taking life pass/fail.
