<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487493" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Emptiness Is Both An Illusion And An Irony</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">emptiness is always an illusion<br>which carries with it an irony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when i look at it, as its content shows, <br>it has nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">bare hands, opening fingers, <br>an empty transparent ball, it can</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tell your future, it can dig your<br>past, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">thinking that it is spacious, i went<br>inside it, pierce myself though it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">only to find that that are so many <br>crowding elements in there and they</div><div style="margin:10px 0">are choking me and you who is looking <br>outside it, thinks that nothing is happening</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but then the struggle is horrible, quick<br>and even deadly, so many hang themselves in</div><div style="margin:10px 0">empty air, and lose their lives, because<br>you cannot see the body of breathing, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when you learn to live with it however, <br>you become full, emptiness is its irony, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">its antithesis, for how can you ever be full<br>if you have never known how to empty yourself? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the face of emptiness is a mist, and you touch<br>it, you will hold a forest, so many black birds, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">myriad exotic orchids, so many blending sounds of<br>trees screaming, of creeks flowing of waterfalls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">cascading that you can relate to the locks of<br>your hair and the hairs of your armpits, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">inside it is too personal to be told, outside it<br>are so many denials with the faces of the people</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that you have loved before, and then you decide<br>to stay at a distance, you are like a tree</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dark as a shadow, counting the hours <br>when the sun finally fades away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487493" data-title="Emptiness Is Both An Illusion And An Irony de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="emptiness is always an illusion which carries with it an irony. when i look at it, as its content shows, it has nothing bare hands, opening fingers, an empty transparent ball, it can tell your future, it can dig your past, thinking that it ..."></div> </div> </div>

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