Those who awaken
Never rest in one place.
Like swans, they rise
And leave the lake.

On the air they rise
And fly an invisible course,
Gathering nothing, storing nothing.
Their food is knowledge.
They live upon emptiness.
They have seen how to break free.

Who can follow them?
Only the master.
Such is his purity.


What fantastic imagery. The pure mind, devoid of desire, rising like a swan to follow the Bodhisattva path. Beautiful.

I readily admit that I struggle with the Buddhist concept of emptiness. There are times, particularly during meditation, that I think I begin to understand, but as soon as I try to describe it or define what I think I understood, it evaporates. I wonder if this is its very nature?