#formandemptiness

[mahattmaa]

Emptiness Is the Body

The body is nothing more than emptiness— a shell of breath, a ripple in the still pond of being.

Emptiness is nothing more than body— it shapes the unseen, gives silence a pulse, gives void a name.

They mirror each other, each dissolving into the other’s gaze: form folding into formless, formless into form.

In this truth, there is no edge, no end— only the quiet recognition: to be empty is to exist, to exist is to be empty.