After a poem reaches a fullness, it begins to empty. Nothing. Nothing is (static about a poem). Neither the writing nor the reading of.
Cooking, too, is about change -- empty to full. A plate begins without food and ends without (much if any). Fruit and vegetables ripen. Empty, full, and empty into harvest which a bounty of words describe.
"form is not emptiness
ReplyDeleteemptiness is not form..."
from the Great Heart Sutra