Negate awhile the earth,
Negate awhile the moon,
Negate awhile the sun,
Negate awhile the stars,
Negate awhile the matter,
And its all forms and shapes,
Solid, liquid and gaseous too,
Negate awhile the entity,
Of your own illusive self.
Then Think awhile,
What else is left behind,
Only Time in Space,
And Space in Time,
With indivisible unity,
And nothing else,
But boundless emptiness,
Without beginning or an end,
That confound, confuse us all,
While we ponder over,
The Omnipresence of the Blankness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was a good read. Nice work.