This World Is Yours

1 Lift your pen, my dear poets, And write - this world is yours, Your home is this earth, The sky is the roof. Go not with passion, my dear poets, All goodness are with you, Use and see all directions Are welcoming you and giving you lights. See yourself, see how You are in all, in birds, in lions, In mountains, in rivers, in clouds, in flowers, in air, in water. See my dear poets, how you are Going and coming freely, peacefully with all. 2 Lift your pen, my dear poets, The right time has arrived for you, You are lucky to receive all words Here at this time to write down everything That you witnessed. You are in the middle of life And you know life is a battle field, And you are approaching the war. Serious thing is that you are Not to hurt anyone here, You have no right. You should keep compassion within you And pray, O lord, here the living creatures Are in dark, give them knowledge to know the truth.