When the breath passes through me,
Undulations in the pipes,
All dust carried away,
Primordial line,
Why put a name to it?
If there is nothing to receive a name,
That doesn’t mean there is nothing.
Simply, there is no recipient to that name.
nothing that can be named.
Perhaps this is the great misunderstanding in the understanding of emptiness.
Notes & Silence 
Beautiful words.
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Thank you
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I suppose a name delimits boundaries. If you seek the boundless, you seek to touch that which simply « is ». More than that, you seek to realise you are precisely that, and your name is as illusory as the world you inhabit.
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Sunday vertigo…
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Better than Monday’s abyss…
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…sure.
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