Praised Be Nothing

O, Holy is our magic mind
that creates innumerable miracles in a single karma-instant,
turning the "no-thing" into "sum-thing"
churning out myriads of forms from out the
great vast empty void of our conciousness

And with a great
BANG!
the universe is created
and all the stars take shape and die
in monumentous burts of super novas
scattering so much nothing
that the myth of time is created

And Holy yet are those
who can see all the nothing
for what it really is