The Genius of Emptiness
Rerun II
As a shell is empty I am Known most by where I am not Others sank when I swam To be empty is worth a lot; Sweep clean the halls of dust Break every mold and must Throw out every stray thought Test every sacred trust; The up-turned bowl of the sky Filled up with what is not there With stars so tiny which fly In its still and tractless air--? So small are we and so great The mighty suns reiterate Into nothingness they must stare We alone can appreciate; I walked long, longer it seems Time ever expands within; The moments stretching with dreams All space must be cleansed of sin; Tho' time grow longer when known I see but a single white throne All else must melt away as skin Flee heaven, flee earth: be gone.
It’s the beginning of Lent, so here is a mysterious Rerun — but where did it appear before? Hm. Struggle on, brothers.