One tiny shooting star

Once asked Nonentity,

'Master, do you exist?

Or do you not exist?'

Getting no answer

To his question, however,

He looked steadfastly

To the master's appearance,

Which was that of a deep void.

All day long he looked to it,

But could see not a thing;

He listened for it,

But could hear nothing;

He clutched at it,

But got hold of nothing. . .

Shooting star then exclaimed,

'Perfect! Who can attain to this?

I can conceive the ideas

Of existence and non-existence,

But I cannot conceive the ideas

Of non-existing non-existence,

And still there is such thing. . .

How is it possible to reach to this?'