Just remember, the void in our own hearts reaches out and connects with the void in the hearts of others, uniting us all in the void. But the void of hearts is also silent; active interaction always include some differences of being. The void of hearts is deep beyond all fathoming. At the deepest inward core it reaches out to everyone and everywhere. Some know the unity and silence of the void of hearts, some know its boundlessness, but who knows the freedom of the void of hearts? Perhaps the one who knows the rain, quietly singing its drum song upon our rooftops and flowers. But everyone knows the music of the rain: complex chaos of multitudinous percussions, mixed melodies of dancing droplets, spreading circlets of the splash intersecting and reflecting their polyconcentric arcs, steady diminuendo drip drop of rain’s end off of trees and leaves, wet silence of afterwards, sounds that focus in dustless air, soft loudness of distant trains, calm reflections of collecting pools.
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