Emptying
Emptying
Takin' out the garbage.
In my sleep
I heard the word emptying.
It came to me as I rode
those strong currents between
consciousness and dream,
unable to fully distinguish
one from the other.
As dawn approached,
I let go of my resistance
and slipped more deeply
into a peaceful sleep
called letting go.
Now awake,
I can still hear that voice
reminding me these middle years
are for emptying myself.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
~ William Shakespeare
