One layer upon another br Many are there altogether br A simple onion never struck me before br That it holds the secret of Life at its core br br Equating each layer to all we possess br Vanity as gaudy as a concubines dress br As each layer is one by one stripped br With the sword of intellect, possessions be ripped br br The core of the onion seems to be empty br Evident though from here sprouts plenty br Deceptive emptiness, within hidden a shoot br In “Nothingness” Life takes root br br “Nothingness” is not empty, creation begins from here br It is not empty at all as it does appear br Timid hearted will not find out how, the Truth is for the bold br Even in the present moment, liberation exists behold br br An onion when cut, brings forth tears br Upon Self Realization the effect is the same, say the seers. br Intelligent is the onion, on this we can ponder br In every bit of matter Truth is hidden. What a wonder! br br 11.06.