Even in my opposite
I am the same one
Displayed with a different face
It's not a contradiction
but a complementary
I am here to see myself as many
With possibility of
innumerable dimensions
As a smallest part of the whole
A microcosm of a macrocosm
I enjoy each moment
In every atomic space
But not bound to the limitation
of birth and death
I am both the thing here
And the nothingness beyond
I enjoy not only my ignorance
But also suffer from my knowledge
They are the two ends
of my existence
From there I scold myself
From here I pray and praise
I enjoy my own beauty
I am surprised by my own mystery
The pleasure of welcome
The suffering of withdrawal
Are all a part of the game
With oneself without an end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem