Thursday, March 23, 2006
One day Subhuti, in a mood of sublime emptiness, was sitting under a tree. Flowers began to fall about him.
"We are praising you for your discourse on emptiness," the gods whispered to him.
"But I have not spoken of emptiness," said Subhuti.
"You have not spoken of emptiness, we have not heard emptiness," responded the gods. "This is the true emptiness."
And blossoms showered upon Subhuti as rain.
on the bottom of emptiness are all the creatures who are not but are
revelling in their nothingnesses of mind
hoping to be mistaken for something that they be not.
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