After or behind the physics,
What is it,
That I want to know?
What the physics of physics,
How to discuss it
If that portion is unknown?
What it is mass, what it is matter,
How the shape of the things?
What it lasts here,
What is it that stays it here?
How time, the creational time,
The origin of the universe?
How the space, the vacuum
Lurking around,
The horizons seem to be touching
The landscape?
Which but I do not, do not
Know it,
What it the phenomena, what the reality?
What it the relationship,
How time and creation connected with, linked up,
Life and things,
Mass and matter and spirit?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The horizons seem to be touching and in the vacuum planets are hung. This is completely mysterious and this poem written on metaphysics is interesting.