Under the cover of darkness, the night is still
Pulsating with possibilities

All I hear is the emptiness, and all I see is the
The faint glow of the houses and cars

Basked in the orange light of the street lamps
Indeed, the night creatures are burrowed

In the bushes, scavenging and foraging
They are children of the divine, just like us

This emptiness is not a void containing nothing
It is the place where all duality disintegrates

It is the place where the bush burns
With a passion for eternal life