The originality and the creativity, well

It is all inside us, and

Outside is just the illusion of its projection.

I went to search holiness

But shame to me

That I went to search it,

Without knowing that

It dwells where the truth is.

When I closed

The windows and doors of my heart

I found that I was not there

So I opened then again

To see if I was outside

I was inside but

When I was inside

I was no where

I do not dare to

Close the windows and doors

Of my heart

Because the mirror of

My heart does not show

The image of my life

Without the light of the truth

As the existence of the individuality

Falling on it,

Reflecting the originality as the creativity,

Giving me the joy of

The open window of the heart and

It is immense.