It’s burning hot outside. I can take a shower or I can go swimming. But I am here inside my bedroom because I want to write. But I don’t know what to write or what to tell. I know I want to tell. But I don’t know what I want to tell. I am empty. I am empty and clean as paper before the poem. Why don’t we talk about emptiness? Maybe you think I am sad. But I am not. I am happy so I want to talk about emptiness. If I am not I don’t want to because I can’t write with problems and tensions. Buddhism defines it in this way, “Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.” I don’t know what it means but I find it quite interesting. Similarly, I found one interesting quote about emptiness. Ratna Suzuki says, “I have poured my heart out...... And now I am empty.” Likewise, Dejan Stojanovic defines emptiness,” If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness.” I am also so close to his idea about emptiness because I also feel somehow we are trying to avoid emptiness in life but at the
तर उनीहरुलाई थाहा हुनेछैन, म फर्कनकै लागि गएकी हुँ । उनीहरुका लागि जसलाई मैले पछाडि छोडेँ ।