“True emptiness is also empty of emptiness and thus includes all things.” —Red Pine
Empty your mind into emptiness. Empty of desire, empty of aversion, empty of ignorance. In emptiness, we are one with All; with no separation; with no distinction setting this apart from that; without leaning to any particular side. No gain, no loss—infinitely aware; free of any sense of self, free of any preference or inclination. In emptiness, there are no sides to choose, there is only the indivisible wholeness of all that Is. In emptiness, the truth of all things reside —together and one. This is the suchness of things. It allows us to Be. Empty of any avarice, empty of any disgust, empty of any assumption, empty of everything we believe to know. Eternity echoes in emptiness, it pulses through your every pore, it sustains your every breath, it vibrates through every word you speak. Emptiness contains All. It is emptiness that gives a vessel its function; that gives a cello its sound; that gives the sky to the birds; that gives a heart its unbound love; that gives you a home to reside. Without emptiness nothing could Be. You are not independent, nor segregated from anything; you are inclusive of all there is, and all there ever was. In emptiness, nothing is added and nothing is taken away. Cast away any shadow of mind that might suggest otherwise; empty all thought of untrue perception. Emanate the essence of your being from this empty and untarnished clarity of your infinite and undistracted Awareness. Into the void. In emptiness we dwell, and in emptiness we shall forever remain. by Brian Thompson
The less you try to make sense of things, the more these things will begin to make sense. Sense is devoid of reason; logic matters not. Nothing means anything, except that which you feel. The Truth cannot be captured by concept; reality begins where all words end. If you attempt to comprehend life's value with the intellect, or understand the significance of every experience with rational thought, or surmise the essence of space, time, and being with abstract mind —all will escape you at once. A song needs no purpose, other than to be sung. Only when you stop trying to make everything mean something, will all meaning appear. When something means nothing, you’ve arrived —there’s nowhere else to go. This is the end of reason —the only relevance you’ll ever need. by Brian Thompson
