In the darkness of the mind
there is emptiness, no light,
no joy, just dark matter,
a black hole. Nothing resides
For agitated people it can seem to work
there can be no anger in that place.
Some feted by their peers for their love
of it, almost starve because of it,
their whole lives devoted to it,
emptiness, awakening from their reverie
to eat, then rush back, only
there is no pleasant emotion
just plain nothingness.
There is a warning about such practices:
when demons find a room empty
they rush to occupy it and the poor person
who evicts one demon of the mind
may find that room infested with a host
of them, and the person is seven times
worse off than when they began.
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