O Ook Moo
In the void where it is written, the ink slowly seeps away. Looking back, there is nothing: only emptiness. Here, where there is neither coming nor going, neither up nor down, I untangle the dark threads of Avidyā.
In the void where it is written, the ink slowly seeps away. Looking back, there is nothing: only emptiness. Here, where there is neither coming nor going, neither up nor down, I untangle the dark threads of Avidyā.