Be full, so you can be wiser than the fool
Be you, so you can see the truth
Be cruel and you might feel the fruit stem thorns
Be the full moon and you may shine gloriously at dawn
Be the dung that fuels the fire of your true being
Be the wonder that scratches his head before he yawns
Be the cloak of words that got torn and all the threads of thought lay all around
Be the one the needs the light of those brighter and more aligned not to shine but to glow from the inside