Emptiness contains all

Some people do amazing things

Me, I prefer to do nothing

The small buds have already appeared on

the tree  outside my window

and it is still winter

The universe moves with grace

Controlling nothing, yet always reigning

supreme

It has no way, but always gets its way

It has no desire to love, but is love in and

of itself

It has no goals, but is an end in itself

It behaves according to conditions, but is

unaffected by conditions

It is detached from the coming and going

Yet comes and goes freely anywhere and at

anytime

It is not made of mind, but mind relies on it

to survive....

It cannot be contained, but is the container

and

the contained

It cares not whether something contains

itself,

but

moves about all hard substances like a rocky

river

bed

making its way to the ocean

The rocks being of its nature... it is unaffected

by substance

It is all substances

It is no substance

It stays the same no matter what happens

just shifts here and there

It changes places

But doesn't move

It doesn't exert itself, but gets what needs

to be done... done

Such is the way of non-doing

The birds call comes out of nowhere

and leaves no trace to follow

the traffic outside sounds like the ocean

The sun is making an appearance though it

never went anywhere

I am here and that is all

Relying on everthing this very moment

Yet doing nothing

Some people do amazing things

Achievements beyond imagination

Me, I prefer to do nothing

No need to exert myself

No need to become anything

Emptiness contains all