The transparent secret remains, of your own illusion made in creation.
The diverse formation of your imagination, is the image you give to your choice.
Of whom and of another one believes or feels crazy, when in each one there is another better or there is another worse.
The balance of life and death is in force, prevailing in the profile generated in a womb to be born, with the desire to carry a luminous and powerful sword.
In the fullness of your mind, there are sources of equal and different worlds, where you can or cannot choose between cords.
Each life and each death, is at the beginning and at the end of the plenitude of your mind, who is the mistress of the eminent.