Emptiness, it’s sacred

The universe, it’s painted

On an infinite void

Which can’t be destroyed

Space was born much later

In emptiness, it’s a tiny crater

It’s ends, we cannot find

From the corner we’re assigned

Emptiness, it’s in matter

Hard as rock, or soft as batter

Nature has space to breathe

Arranging stars to form a wreath

Journeying to emptiness

We aren’t left penniless

In the sacred void we’re complete

It’s where we truly meet