Nothing moves him, and he moves nothing Always idle in his activities Arisen as an expression of his separate energies Overseeing himself with his million eyes Without owning one Nothing however escapes his external memory, Every particle knows it by its composition, its quantity, The properties in regard to the balance of the cosmic space The difference between living mater and dead mater is me Without being part of it myself. Scientific research on matter, both living and dead In the end finds no difference. The inorganic matter swarm with life Loosing at best but one inhabitant My home is large; no one knows where he goes He made the moving arrangements. His wish, I will fulfill for it is my compound side. Be aware that each wish, conscious Or unconscious will be carried out to perfection For perfection I am. The one who knows me, knows that my eyes watch him Wherever he goes With my million ears I listen to your questions And to those looking for me, I am the mouth That informs, to the appropriate extent Look around you, and see my many bodies In all sorts and all shapes All own their intellect in respect to the whole When undisturbed, since it’s a sustainable community Inside, every being prizes its life, as you are to yours. All have their function, as the limbs of your body Serve your mouth when you feel hungry. So they serve the whole for a perfect gear of nature. What it brings you is given in exchange for your submission Which you give by serving it, So you serve my external shape, and thus me. All beings are equal. Those however serving me spontaneously, I will give the wealth of knowledge, and will serve in return Spontaneously for as long as time will be. Then, they will be a part of me until the day I will recreate time. See, I am the servant and the master. ©Thl 123456 – All right reserved |
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Picture: Presentation origin (concept) static intelligence in matter as master.
Mouse on the picture is as birth: Presentation second origin (birth) dynamic
intelligence in matter as servant. The outward appearance of the Masterservant reveals itself and is experienced as long as there is life.