Void

Void 

The void gleams, a white ruin, 

     worse than drifts intruding 

on one's path,— profound, solid. 

One must sit quietly,— this void 

          melts if one breathes 

in long pulses, eyes open,— still. 

Cultivate warmth deeply within 

     each breath,— study whiteness 

as a blank riddle,— surrender.