The Zenith of Discrimination

My Master tells me to look.

Look more.

Look again.

I look.

I look with my eyes, then with my mind.

I keep looking.

I run out of bits and see just blobs.

Then I run out of blobs.

I look into nothingness.

Just me and my void.

The solitary truth.

Now gone.

“Form is emptiness; emptiness is form. Form is not other than emptiness; emptiness is not other than form.”
— Prajñāpāramitā Heart Sutra