Emptiness (n.) empties not reality but everything that seems to block its light.
Emptiness (n.) is Old P'ang's whole household, with no treasures and no seat — he walks in it by day, sleeps in it by night, and sings empty songs into it.
Emptiness (n.) does not make the world vanish: form is void just as it is, in all its prickly uniqueness.
Emptiness (n.) that is marvelous comes only when there is no thing in your mind and no mind in things.
Emptiness (n.) is the most powerful and creative thing there is — and the thing from which men shrink.
Emptiness (n.) holds sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers, good men and bad, heaven and hell — they all sit in the midst of it.