God is made of nothing,
Nothingness is the characteristics.
All things, everything,
And nothing is but one and
The same thing here.
All words, all images,
All time, all and all
Are but hollows,
Ask not what and how.
No exact picture
Can be found through mirror,
And we see everything
In a mirror, that is the only
The treasure we murmur.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem