Do not claim ownership over anything,
so that in these days you do not become
only a storehouse with the props of time,
and the first one who arbitrarily knit
the last prop made by the spirit of God.
For when the spirit can no longer weave anything,
it evaporates like a rainbow from the sky
and you instead of the child of the spirit,
only the voice of one crying in the wilderness,
who from here on needs to knit with its own hands
the rainbow threads of the eternal sky.
