Poetry

Corkscrew Swamp

Direction

Kabir

Love is

Only the Empty can be Full

Quiet

Rumi

Satchitanadaji

Tagore

Only the Empty Can Be Filled

Only the empty can be filled;
If I have nothing, I am rich.
How can I learn what it is to have nothing?
I am so full; nothing cannot enter.
Desires and imaginations, convictions and opinions, habits and reflexes, I cannot even contain them.
They drip and exude from me, they slop over me, leaving a trail; wherever I go I leave a trail of arguments and contradictions, of requests and insinuations, pouring my imagination over life, masking it, covering it with my own projection of myself.

O to be sensitive; O to receive impressions instead of blocking their inflow with my desire to impress.

Stop. Be quiet.

Stand aside and watch. This is the secret.

Your voice is loud in argument; listen, no more.

Your brain is hot with indignation; feel it, no more.

Your hands reach out in desire; see them, no more.

They are your voice, your brain, your hands, not you.

It is they that are full, not you.

Only the empty can be filled; If I have nothing, I am rich.