It is true

That you own nothing

Rather it owns you

I begin to see

The fullness

In emptiness

In nothingness

Where even the pursuit of freedom

Is felt as a heavy chain

Though vague and misty before

I see the emerging shape of


Without judgment

Without desire

Without everything

Because only without

Can you truly acquire

It is not apathy

It is not laziness

It is not hardship

It is not discipline

I know this key now

And see the door it opens

To a seemingly empty room

In fact

Contains everything.