When Conscienceness realized existence, He searched the
black canvas before Him. When He found no one, either
anything, He called his canvas darkness and void . . . And
Conscienceness began to paint! He painted the heavens which
consist of stars, and moons, and planets, and suns, and solar
systems. Yet, and still the canvas had void spaces. And
Conscienceness painted six firmaments, and between each
firmament He called them heavens; and there were seven heavens. The Conscienceness looked upon HIs art, "it is beautiful,"
He said, "The void is filled with celestial bodies yet something is
missing still." As He gazed upon His canvas vast "ahhhh," said He.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem