Essay for
Feb/2008

The Fullness of the Empty Circle

The circle was created by those before me
Its capacity filled by those in the past
The space within is gone

Now that I am here, I discover
The circle was full before I arrived
Where can I find my space?

The circle being full
Creates congested emptiness
My allocated place is missing

Trapped within the crowded circle
I cannot move
I have no space as my place

But patient endurance prevails and reveals
Within my congestion emptiness
A Living Emptiness exists

However
That Living Emptiness is not empty
It is full

That fullness is where I long to live
And from within my emptiness
I see, and by that seeing, I know

That I am both the emptiness and the fullness
Both are necessary to complete the circle
Even though the circle is complete before I arrived

That completed circle has neither beginning nor end
Making the circle indestructible
Unveiling its empty fullness

As I am of the circle
And the circle is indestructible
I am an indestructible part of the circle

I have no beginning, and a beginning
Revealing the circles infinite and complex simplicity
As its emptiness is simultaneously full

That discovery unveils my empty fullness as endless
Completing the already complete circle
'I' am complete, as 'I am' the circle

The 'am' is the fullness of the eternal circle
The 'I' completes and fills my empty circle
Making my 'I am' indestructible

To know the fullness of the empty circle
One must recognize what moves
By acknowledging what does not

The circle is then complete
Bringing me back to where I began.
To be, and express, the fullness of the empty circle

- If that was a smidgen weighty, the following may provide a compensating balance -

The Little Flower

A flower always turns its head
Toward the light

Does it know
Something we do not

Or, is it a natural response
To its constituent makeup

Does it matter, which it is?
It only matters that it does

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