
poem
| I have never heard "soundless". I have never touched "figureless". I have never smelled "smell-less". I have never tasted "airless". I have never seen "nothingness". Do you know "nothingness"? What is "nothingness"? Nothing to say, nobody knows. "Nothing" might be The upper-most world In the Divine world, "Nothing" might be somewhere Beyond the Divine world, Nothing might be in your soul I like to look up into the sky I like to feel the wind blowing I like to look at the flowing of the river. |
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