As long as you are, the foreign is inside of you
and you are a foreigner in everything.
And the more that you are, the greater the foreign –
until you obtain the canvas of masterpiece
of your ownership in everything –
then you are lost.
But blessed are thou,
if you are expropriated in everything,
for your presence will begin to speak
and will comfort you.
With light you will draw horizons
as a master with a brush
and a bird with a branch
will announce over the horizon,
from where to where your palm will reach.