Not distinguishing between the simple and the complex
From a title of two words that are judged
Manifesting fullness in the world of forms
But warm and somehow sad in thoughts
In the actual process of breathing for another
In which both heaven and hell
Also have different intensities
But are fused in complimenting equals
If it were not a promise
But at least a condition
Like tools for the farmer
When he looks at the land to evaluate his responsibility.
And all the possible plays
And above all the cruel ones
For the known situation
Of a pre-established unity
And everyone wishes to stand out
As if something was actually done
Because it is normal have lived in disdain
And it is difficult to control the desire for revenge
While the purpose does not have clarity
In confronting the endeavor to attempt an evaluation
Of each part done by another
Expanding and not reducing it to a modest teaching
So that greatness does not burden
Or forgetting no little thing
Accepting everything and nothing
The male, the female and their Gods
As the air and the world is accepted
Becoming a frame that does not enclose
Where there is more than a part projected
That has started in what is called time
Something that remains as a thought
Such as a splinter that is stuck in the skin
That was not pulled out but delayed
And at times returns painfully
In the inaction of someone who endures
For not paying the appropriate attention
More necessary during the first steps
Than in the last possible to be given
Because the way in which you begin
Usually directs the rest of the journey
Unless you make the necessary corrections
Between one line of expression and the other
Expressing a radiant purity above normal
Reflecting in deeds the law not read
But because it have been observed
Does not cause weariness but solace.
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