Nada, an eternal string!

I experimented
to fill my words
with a sound
A great void came
thrusting upon me;
Soothing none
To reveal the true essence
of my form
The seed of the Mantras;
Like an empty glass
ever thirsty
to take a drink
of that
single void
keeps pumping me
to the realms
ever vibrating ‘nada’
An eternal string
The sound without a sound

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