i have experienced
freedom in the wings of the bird
i taste air
it is bland
i ate space
it is empty
i have experienced doing
anything
explored what i have
not explored
i have been there
there is nothing
i say i have everything
if you wouldn't mind
i shall tell the truth
there is nothing there
nothing satisfies the tongue
nothing fills the mind
nothing is forever intimate
with this body
nothing is so intertwined
with the soul
that when it breaks away
i am still intact
nothing is broken
nothing is created
what is this soul?
what is it that always longs for
satiation?
there is this empty
unlimited space
i give a sound
it has never since then returned to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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