the form
of the world
is my greatest
emptiness
its very
appearance is
the face
that feels its own
kisses
the space that
opens
within me
falls on its knees
before the
dawn
of all space
receives the
blessing
that all water
receives
in the midst of
all water
as all sweetness
must in
the midst of all
sweetness
the vast
luminous absence
of all things,
empty beyond
sky
and no sky
peals with the laughter
of all things
I am the love-limb
of that absence