Two Kinds of Emptiness

There are two kinds of emptiness I feel right now. First: the empty, hollow emptiness, which feels like hot air, like a vacuum of non-existence. A denying of being, a block to the flow of life.

Second: the full emptiness, which is total potential, the dream of the ultimate threshold, where all creation comes into being. A place where all has ended and all can begin.A place of rich nothingness on the verge of becoming.

I hate the first and love the second. How can I get from the first to the second? By being quiet, by knowing, by a powerful will from deep within, by surrender to what is.