It’s all appearances
It seems to be there, seems to be happening
But the emptiness of it all is so clear
Everything is so thoroughly empty
There is a ‘peace’ to this
A ‘neutrality’
Everything that’s happening is gone
Coming and going
Appearing and disappearing
It’s hard to describe
The real-ness in everything just dropped
‘I’ died, and everything else died as well
And yet here ‘we’ are,
Here everything is
Still alive and well
And yet it all seems like vapor
Barely there
Still appearing solid and sturdy
Yet having no substance at all