Blathering on
about silence and emptiness.
Libraries are filled
with volumes on oblivion.
Language continues
to spew forth.
Is profound nothingness
intolerable to a self-mind?
Abstracting away from Nonexistence (Poem)
Oblivion, nothing, void,
what absurdity!
We apply letters
to absence of all.
Pointing to emptiness,
where does it land?
Obscuring inner silence,
where are the words?