Inward Journey: Contemplation of Emptiness

Move further and further inward. Everything in the universe seems empty. It’s like an empty color that you can’t hold. Don’t care about anything. Don’t desire anything. It feels like my body and my soul are moving in a different direction. The space marks the boundary of the sky. I have no thoughts about the future. I wonder if this is how it’s supposed to be, but fate has shaped me this way. The water of the river glistens, and the golden brooch dances in the wind. I leave the stagnating work to fate. There are no reminders of past friendships. I have no desire to occupy my mind. Gradually, the emptiness becomes real, and the pulsating universe has no surprises left to offer.

Forth and forth inward wend thee. All things in the universe seemeth void. 'Tis like a color that is empty, which thou canst not grasp. Care not for anything. Desire not for any thing. It feelest as if mine body and mine soul dost move in a different course. The space doth mark the bound of the sky. I have no thoughts of what is to come. I ponder if this be how it ought to be, yet fate hath formed me thusly. The water of the river doth glisten, and the golden brooch danceth in the wind. I relinquish the stagnant toil to fate. There are no remembrances of past camaraderies. I possess no longing to occupy my mind. Gradually, the emptiness groweth real, and the pulsating universe hath no marvels left to proffer.