Before the bang began
This teeming round of
Doing, non-doing
Was quiet and calm
The eternal mind.
Begun before the calm
Cooled down seared
Heat white light
Ineffable rounds
Of critical mass
Formed, re-formed
Abandoned
And left to grow
Expand and seed
The million different things.
And in this that
Calm remained,
Retained the sense
Of beauty
Hungered, ragged
The sublime still yet
Awakens
Pre-bang mind
To sorry circumstance
I shall not yield
This freedom deep inside
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I would like to translate this poem
The big bang had impacted every thing. Nice imagery. Thanks for sharing.7 points.