Every atom pants for glory: greed of self-fruition earth’s whole creed!

Life that thirsts for no flowering – death: Self-creation – a godlike deed.

Through self the mustard-seed becomes a hill: without, the hill a seed.

The stars wander and do not meet, to all things severance is decreed.

Pale is the moon of night’s last hour no whispered things of friendship speed.

Own self is all the light you need;

You are this world’s sole truth, all else is illusion such as sorceries breed.

These desert thorns prick many a doubt: Do not complain if bare feet bleed.