Empty

[William Garza]

No man is an island
Until they are empty

Then man will gaze upon him in wonder...or fear

How did he do it?
Or
The unknown is there..and I fear to tread

Empty
We all have strings
Nature-nurture
Moralities- ethos

Truly empty,without the ties that bind us to the purely worldly is elusive as shadow
You can describe shadow, see it,point or out
But you dont touch it
Ethereal eternally out of reach
But we know it's there

Man will sever the ties when he has no ties left to loose.

A fevered dream...to let go and pour oneself out without fear into the aether without fear or regret... and find the quiet soul.

Then Atropos will cut that what was wove.
Your shadow
You begin to see that when your surrounded by light
There is no shadow to dog your steps.

Man fears when wonder is too great
Too...much.

All roads lead somewhere
No road leads nowhere

My roads have become clarified

Empty..is not void
It is not wanting to be filled-nor needs be
It is not fear-full... nor filled
It may be a perfect state
It is not
Deaf
Dumb
Blind

It is...quiet
And that is beautiful.

Pilgrim
Find your empty without fear
Without dread
It is not entropy
It is not expansion needing filling
Content within it's own space...it is nothing within the all.

It is the quiet soul listening to the silence and hearing everything

Be at peace

 

[t2andreo]

Similarly, being alone is not to be confused with being lonely...

Keep up the good work...

STILL waiting for the book of collected works...