‘form is no other than emptiness,
emptiness no other than form …
form is only emptiness,
emptiness only form.’

From the Prajna Paramita, ‘The Heart Sutra’, 7th-8th century

‘The piers are pummeled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.’

W.H.Auden , ‘The Fall of Rome’ 1947


cutting through dross
vanity and shame
exposed beneath
a naked flame

what then? what now?
what guiding light?
what searching question
in this dark night

whose faint heart succumbs
to halcyon bliss
and pays homage to
green Osiris

the Diamond Torch reveals
the sepulchral way
an unblemished gift
to an endless day