Free of who I was

Free of who I was

Poetry of the Masters: Rumi

This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness


 Photography by Jerry Uelsmann

Photography by Jerry Uelsmann

Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness!

 Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.

 Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

 Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.

 Photography by Emmet Gowin

Photography by Emmet Gowin

 Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.

 The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.

 These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

 Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.

 Photography by South Ho Siu Nam

Photography by South Ho Siu Nam


Photography by South Ho Siu Nam & Steve McCurry & Emmet Gowin & Jerry Uelsmann