This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness

Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence.Existence
This place made from our love for that emptiness!

Yet somehow comes emptiness, this existence goes.

Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

Then one swoop, one swing of the arm, that work is over.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.

Its a part of the poem by Jalaluddin Al Rumi which makes me think of the concept of life. Many of us being fooled by the trick and darkness of uncertainty surrounding us without noticing it. With such rapid and full strength needed to go through the routine process daily, even most of our time is not in the real world. What's the objective of the life? I am totally lost sometimes when tryin to get the answer. Anyone may help. perhaps??

>lovespiralsdownwards | 23.11.06|

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