You are my sky, and I am the earth in wonder, as every moment something new grows from my heart.
My lips are dry earth; shower them with the water of grace, for from your water, the earth should bloom with flowers and gardens.
What does the earth know of what you have planted in its heart? It is pregnant with you, and you know its burden.
Every particle is pregnant with another head because of you, and you let the pregnant one suffer for a while.
What wonders lie in the belly of this intricate world, from which the cry of "I am the Truth" and the divine call are born?
Sometimes it groans, and a camel is born from its belly; the staff falls and takes the path of a serpent.
The Prophet said, "Recognize the believer like a camel," always intoxicated by God, who makes him a camel driver.
Sometimes he brands it, sometimes he places grass before it, and sometimes he ties its knees with the bonds of reason.
Sometimes he unties its knees for the dance of the beetle, so that the reins may cause confusion.
Look at the meadow, which cannot contain its joy, for the spiritual garden has given it many designs.
See the power of the universal soul's explanation, which made the dull earth a living image.
As the universal soul, all universals are veils and coverings from the sun of majesty, which has no equal.
From the ancient sun, which is free from setting, its light is neither a bucket nor a scale.
One by one, it reveals everything it silently planted, for the shells are pregnant with divine pearls.