The old teachers said a vase is valued for its emptiness. The Buddhists call it sunyata, the Taoists wu, the shamans speak of becoming a hollow bone. Across traditions the same truth keeps appearing: when we are empty, there is openness.
I've felt it on my walks. A raven passes just as a thought arises. Three young deer stand unafraid in front of us, and Danté, for once, simply watches. In those moments the mystery of the universe shows through.
That is the portal. Not a doorway in the sky, but a clearing inside us. Return to emptiness often, and the magic has room to arrive.
Empty as the sky,
the raven crosses my thought,
the deer does not run.
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