The Heart of Emptiness



(1)

Who shall know when suffering shall end ?
Perhaps suffering is just another illusion?
What, then, shall I tell them ---
They who spend autumn evenings
On the other side of those mountains
Weaving garlands out of the fallen flowers?

(2)

Is there no way
Out of the great circle of doubt?
Perhaps the only answer
Is the silent bridge
Over the noisy chasm
Some shall cross it
Others shall say
That the bridge does not exist
And yet perhaps the bridge itself shall remain
Till the last traveller in this world has turned to dust.