From Emptiness Emerges Everything

Its the first day of the new year, the same beginning come again, a journey to nowhere I can say, but one I’ve taken over and over again. I’ll write here a few loose things that say Nothing at all for what is the beginning other than that. It seems perfectly aligned with the truth of today to fill this page with the negative space from which calculus and rose thorns and the universe itself emerged and emerges.

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This last year was a year of reclamation; one of collecting the fragments of me scattered by Grief and learning that tears can give way to renewal. It was a year of learning to sink deeper into the silky source of the of the nature of things and come to trusting that there is an integrity in the honest. This was year of sowing seeds.

What am I, but the grace of Nature’s intelligence; the oak tree that grows from an acorn.

In this new year, I hope to emerge.