From Chaotic to order
Or was it from
Order to disorder
Just be
The universe
No beginning no ending
Self-Contained
Independence of creation
Just be
The notion of beginning thwarted
If, for the longest time
Man can accept
Nothingness to somethingness
Would it be hard to acknowledge
There are things that jus be
Be as it is
Empty podium for a sculpture to rest
Green meadows for dreamers to desire and destroy
And a set of eyes that filled all the stars
Be, be as it is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem, because highly generative idea. the title of the poem is creative. Really it a nice poem