All meaningless,
All beginningless,
All endless.
The knowledge,
The ignorance.
All are there
In the sky full.
Not able to catch,
We are the fools.
All liberated
In the sky.
The sky is full
Externally and
Internally.
Who created the sky
No one else
But I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem