In emptied mind,
nudging the inner absolute,
you wanted to know the Other.
You were being observed.
but observer was missing.
From trivialities to stark realities
fusion of substances –
started a movement in pain.
The questioner
missed the questions.
You started losing yourself
overwhelmed by silence.
Talking the truth was simple;
difficult was
feeling the truth.
You wanted to know
the answer, through me.
I wanted to go,
```I was thinking –
beyond the answer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The air appears as a void. It is not there. It is among the important things that keep me alive.