it is not nothing
but everything that is empty
while everything is momentary
nothing is imperishable
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It has been too long since I updated my blog. As mentioned in my previous post The Sun Shifts, life took over me, but it is only momentary.
I came across this poem I had written a year ago, inspired by #orjay on Twitter. Have fun deciphering it, I had to read it a couple of times myself.
:)
SONYA KASSAM 
Your poetry reads more and more like a Zen master’s. It has the magic of getting the reader to come back to it agin and again in search of yet another layer of hidden meaning. And doesn’t disappoint. And that’s what draws me to it!
Hope you’re well, Sonya?
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Thanks Kunal, and each time you visit my poetry I say Karibu (Welcome!)
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This reminds me of some of the basic tenets of eastern philosophy. These four lines speak of things of fathomless depth. These are what a mystic’s musings are made of.
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Thank you. I’m glad to know your thoughts about this complicated verse.
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Dear Sonya,
You have a beautiful blog, both in the word-gems and visual art.
This poem wonderfully points to the fullness of emptiness and the fecundity and imperishable nature of the ground of being.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thank you so much Robert, as ever. Your comments are both a delight and thought provoking.
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The thought behind those lines, veautiful and so true…
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Glad to hear that, thanks Sushmita.
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You welcome.. Hope you will enjoy reading my works too.
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Now following your blog :))
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