Within form
There is formless,
Within formless
There is no form.
To catch the ball again
The ball is thrown
Towards a wall with force,
To see the truth
Let us establish the truth
Everywhere with love.
Going to the gist
One can know what is what,
What one knows
That is the start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem