Nothing is my beginning-and to nothing I return
Nothing feeds my soul and warms my nights
And as nothing is my life and my death
So nothing sustains me.
And I care for nothing
Just as nothing cares for me
I see nothing as clearly as sun-lined mountains
I feel nothing as the ocean on sand-warmed skin,
I tell nothing to someones who come asking
Nothing is my truth
Nothing is my only reason
Nothing is me.
And I, of course, am Nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem