You are nothing,
I am nothing,
Darn sure, the Nature,
Is always up to something,
To connect nothing to nothing,
Well result in everything;
See the spring, and observe the blossom,
What do you see?
The dark connects to the light via,
The dark, and then again connects to the light,
And the chain of dark and light continues,
Closing that nothingness persists as,
The ‘nothing observables’ connect to,
The ‘nothing unobservables.’
What if there was truly,
Something instead of nothing?
What have you started thinking of?
What thinking? Why thinking? Whatever.
I do know what you are thinking. Think.
Its better we think together than alone.
It reduces the noise, and nothing verifies.
Nothing again nothing, there is nothing something,
For we see nothing, know nothing, and remember nothing,
Of the connects that existed in the last, and will be made,
In the next, leaving a desirous state vacuum, and nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem