Will you turn to ashes in the fire of your desires?
Will you sit above the eye of the pyramid?
Will you stand boldly before your unseen designer?
Will your chosen path lead to liberty?
Ghosts in golden images;
Heavenly for a moment, hellish in forward steps;
Gold in cloaks of dust,
Hellish as seeds, heavenly as fruits.
Will your dream swim across the ocean of dreams?
Will your love live in the battlefield of love?
Will you smile when you feel what your future brings?
Will you stand with the strength of your god?
Your seeds grew in the field of dreams;
Living in visions of the celestial art.
Know the seeds that make your deeds,
Know the living words in your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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