There is a danger in naming, there is a danger in using words to express meaning for it is not words that carry it — the meaning is assigned to words by the speaker, the listener, the thinker.
“Emptiness” is what our “true nature” is called by some, and it is an emptiness of sorts, though I find that “lack” would be a more appropriate name: lack of drama, lack of attachments, lack of judgements, lack of preferences, like of personality. This is what we are.
That is what I am.
Once I let go of drama, attachments, judgements, preferences and personality what is left is reality. What is left is the world that jumps out at me clearly, distinctly. What is left is life that suddenly becomes clear, transparent, real. I can see it, smell it, touch it as closely, as intimately as I can see my husband, as I can touch myself.
That is what is left once I let go of all that would define me as me: life is left.
