Everything Depends On Him Alone
Little By Little, You Recognise How Paltry The Intellectuals Are
The thing in itself is always the same
It is the way each sees it that varies
Colour is colour, he radiates the colour
Tone is tone, it vitalises the tone
Form is form, he animates the form
But each sees it differently
Nature & Spring are always been like this
But he has changed
So he experiences it differently
Creation remains the same
Paradise on earth remains the same
But the man must change
To experience it inwardly.
Your impediment is your intellect
Understanding will not come to you in words
Thus you find nothing but justice in every happening!
