Emptiness is...
Infinite liberation or inward claustrophobia?
Deep within a vast expanse
There is dread and anticipation
of a reality beyond
the limits of perception.
An abandoned plot
A vacated seat
A room freed by absence
A blank page
An untouched landscape.
Perfectly imperfect
the rawness in between.
A reverberating echo.
A pause in the continuum.
Holes in the veil.
To be empty is to feel hunger.
To rest in the discomfort
of physical and emotional wilderness
with no need or desire.
It is an experience of vacancy.
A parenthetical limbo.
A willingness to fall
without fear or hope.
It's room to breathe
not space to fill.
*This is a photograph taken at Gulfoss Waterfall, Iceland, January 2015. It's a country where desolation envelopes you, where all your senses are thrown off balance by a melancholic beauty rarely encountered anywhere else, thanks to the halcyon stillness. Landscapes can appear empty of light, people and sound at any time of the day. A truly other worldly place of ghostly calm*