Everything is nothing
With little meaning
Everywhere is nowhere
with little space
Albeit the spirit of self
Every being becomes congenial
And the rhythms of music
That lets to sing and dance
The blissfulness of existence
And the solitude of being
The vacuum filled with fullness
And the grace of empty self
Hears the silence of Sky
The waves of the Ocean
The stillness of Naked trees
And all kin of Earth
Enabling to forsake and forgive
Transforms the agony into Delight
And my gratitude to the Universe!
