Can you throw it all out?

Can you throw it all out?
The little girl cries,
“I don’t want to lose my mother,”
But there is no mother,
No one to lose.
Natural truth is all there is,
Emptiness, yet so full.
Sights, smells, sensations,
All visions flowing,
Yet so still is the mind.
The touch of light upon,
Everywhere, so bright, so cool.
Natural truth is such,
Abiding in stillness, no matter
What the world concocts;
To the wise, tasteless.

 

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