Wrong is whatever you think or whatever you are:
Truth is only your presence that seems the highest thought.
Your power is nil relatively, as you can create nothing.
Your reality is to flash and to surrender to fear.
Worthless you are for your thoughts pervade in cloister.
Your compass is circled in thinking and forgetting.
Your aspiration only sinks you but not convey to immortality.
You are a slave of unknown until you finish your works-
What you think you are and that is the limit.
You smash behind everything known or thinkable in mind.
Work is you are, work is your thought;
Neighborhood of thought is your aperture
That loses you in boundless deep between dark and light:
Don't think as thought come if you can or don't work.