Poet: Nobody
The pot is elegant .
The art in the pot is amazing !
The design is more aesthetic!
Material, worth a king’s ransom!
But what makes the pot I got useful is
The emptiness inside!
Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!
Eliot’s The Waste Land is bottomless,
The five flowers in this waste land, with fragrance of the most mysterious soul.
Each line, the immersion of a universal spirit,
Each word in the verse, diverse.
But what measures the lyric a treasure is
Not the pieces of the masterpiece of the Master,
But that which is
Between the cantos,
Between the lines,
Between the words,
Between the letters.
With its absence, the presence of all be absent.
Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!
Tell me Why I don’t speak
Between the two words I speak…
Watch why birds don’t sing
Between the two notes they sing…
All things will commit suicide
If ‘nothing’ between them dies.
The mortals of human race will turn into one GIANT,
If the gap lapses.
Oh Emptiness , the source of all resources, thou art so beautiful!
You are in, so I can come in.
You are out, so I can walk out.
You give way to all, to move and play the life within you.
You are omnipresent, why can’t you be God for me?
You came before all came to start the game of Universe.
You will be more when all will be no more.
Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!
Ah Seventh Sense , When you stay back from the mad race of the race,
You go ahead as the head.
Be attached, you are one with one.
Be detached, you are one with all.
Stop searching to find what you search.
Forget it to remember what you always forget to remember.
Die of past and future to be born here and now.
Be empty to be full.
Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!
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