Who are we before we are?
Are we us, or something much larger.
Go to the time before you were born.
And there you will see our original face.
Deep in the void, and unthinkably far.
Amongst the pre-cosmos, Before the pre-dawn.
A singular speck, of infinite small.
There you will know, your original face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem