Meditation fills the empty vessel with a stalwart will,
a force that seeks to tame the mind and soul.
Tasking itself with the solemn duty of watching a sprawling void.
Continuing to immerse in the endless nothing
while expecting a transformation of self.
Breath now slow, heart now quiet, senses now dull, mind now untethered
The symbols of conscious life that was brought to this plane must now be discarded.
Remnant will persists, seeking the transformed ego that is believed to dwell in the space between.
More becoming of a diver that combs the perpetual night with a lone lantern.
While patience grows so to does the price
To leave with nothing to show harms the ego that was promised transmogrification
In the endless time there must come an acceptance of nothing.
A realization that a new self cannot be found in the empty.
Like the fool surrenders to fate so does will into unending.
Perhaps it is there when a change happens.
To see that the vessel is superbly full.
The glass is never half one or the other but always full.
Freedom to fill the nothingness belongs to the self that knows what it wants to become.
Maybe the journey is discovering a self that likes what it is.
