Shunyata My dance of death, within my sleep, Softly lulls, embraces it reaps; My death visits, smile on his face, Gentle, soothing, coaxing ways. Leading me softly, come hither looks, Leaving a trail of philosophical hooks; Whispering words of sweet nothings, Haunting melody, memory's fadings. No past, no future, lethargic present, A bottom- less pit, an endless tunnel; Humming a song-less sonata, Cosmic dancing, a Brahmic Shunyata! Hi Gurlu... long time no see.