Self, No Self

Some say that to be without self
Is the only way to be
Without suffering
.
To which, I can only agree
For to be without self
Is to be without qi
A motionless zero
A void
Indistinguishable
From infinite void
Space everywhere
.
But to be this way
Is to be without life
Motionless, emotionless
In ignorant bliss
With no care in the world,
Passionless,
Compassionless
A serenity born
From anaesthetized sleep
With no cause for concern
Arrested in peace
.
For the truth is
No body can exist
In no time
Only void can
And void exists everywhere
Within, without and throughout our temporary form
Forever calling
Receptively
For dynamic embodiment
By responsive current
As the love in our hearts
And the life in our skins
Bringing blessed relief
To all living form
The calm in our storm