None is being in an enclosure. Always it is.
Whereever I am, I am a being of none.
The air making empty sapce which trace the walk of being
always fill none of mine.
There are reasons in filling the mind of finite space.
I walk out from none.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is philosphical. u are trying to meditate on the concept of being. thank you for sharing