Our bodies are given life from the midst of nothingness. Existing where there is nothing is the meaning of the phrase: "Form is emptiness." That all things are provided for by nothingness is the meaning of the phrase: "Emptiness is form." One should not think that these are two separate things.
"A tiger can smile.
A snake will say it loves you,
Lies make us evil."
Five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables. The haiku was articulated punctually, and rehearsed.
"The tiger cannot,
For it is too complacent,
Smile for a fool's death."
Each footfall was precise in the metronome of his cadence. Poising his forthcoming picturesque facade. His staid expression was ornamental, swathed in discipline. He showcased his own abetted divinity.
"Territorial, he stalks.
Juxtaposition, he tarries, crouching low
Grimacing."
He paused decadently, fingers dancing on the hilt of his Zanpakuto which had been born on the left of his hip.
"Cæcilius Cælum, of the Tentai no Ken-Ryū. My companion Uraomote and I wish to contest you. Namaste."
The silhouette of a man fluctuated. His presence in itself was less akin to that of a Human Soul, and rather reminiscent of a beastkin. This was transferred through the unshakable absence of both proper composure and hostility, an ambiguous, mischievous emition at the borders of pure malice. He who shares a gait with such a being will be forced to take in its entirety with forbiddance of fear and certainty. Knowing this full well, he will cast off a slick grin.
His existence was an enigma.
"I honor the place in you, In which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you, which is of love, of truth, of light and of peace. When you are in that place in you; and I am in that place in me. We are one."