That holy void
If I can so empty myself of myself–
that smallness constructed around my fears
of never being understood
of never being enough
of never being–
if I can so empty myself of that self
perhaps when others encounter–me?–
they will meet not that edifice,
that construction, against which they may clash,
toward which they may press,
on which they may project,
but they will encounter in that supposed emptiness,
that holy void,
a certain Love that has been given space
and room to take root and grow.
Such a Love has been seeking for so long!
Nothing need crash against that Love
like an angry wave against rocks,
because even a glancing blow in that space,
even the briefest encounter,
offers the potential to be embraced
and transformed and healed.
Where do I start?