The Minute Being
It cannot be seen. It makes no sound. Try to grasp it; it cannot be held. It comes from nothing Returns to nothing Formless, nameless, indefinable. Look at it; there is no beginning. Follow it; it’s never ending.
It cannot be seen. It makes no sound. Try to grasp it; it cannot be held. It comes from nothing Returns to nothing Formless, nameless, indefinable. Look at it; there is no beginning. Follow it; it’s never ending.