I was a pomegranate, fell to the ground and scattered;
My pieces became the stars in the night sky;
The wind blew, clouds collided and the thunder roared;
I became the lightning, the thunder and reigned over the earth;
I have burned and scorched where I have touched;
Then became rain, soothed and put out the fires that I started;
It was me as the one that destroyed and also me the one that fixed it all.
Oh my dear heart. . . What is this conflict, indecisiveness and absence of meaning?
As my heart knows that good and evil reside together,
And it is the mind that separates them and their duality;
Find yourself among the rich layers of your mind!
Plow your fields, sow your seeds;
Open all the doors and the windows of your soul,
and let the generous brilliance of the sun into your being;
Grow, bloom, and mature and let your perceptions expand;
Let your greed and envy be for the mighty brilliance of more light;
The routes, the distances and the ignorance should bow their heads in respect,
For the inspiration that they would get from your vision.