by Tamara Madison

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Heart Sutra

Cold tile beneath bare feet
They say you are made mostly
Of space
Cool mud beneath the blades of grass
You too, and your grass sticking up
Are mostly space
They say that space is everywhere
That we part it with our bodies
Yet still it fills us
That is why we are humming
With life, that even sitting still
Like this oaken table
We are not merely taking up space
But are infused with it
That no matter what we do
Or think or feel
There is no getting out of this
We are forever filled with this space
And this space is God
So God is all around and in us
And all of us forever dwell
In the body of God.
For some of us
That is all we need to know