#whispers of emptiness

Spiritual Poetry

Before there was sound, there was silence.
Before there was "I", there was being.
In that being, vast, weightless, and still
First question was born:
Who am I?

Each chapter is a breath.
Pause between two thoughts.
Where soul meets its own reflection.

When noise fades,
Certainties dissolve.
You will find yourself standing.
In soft light of Eternal space

That light is emptiness and
Emptiness is love.