If you have not been torn

If you have not been torn and separated

How is it possible for you

 to recognized oneness with yourself?

If you have not been a captive

How do you know what freedom is?

If you have not seen poverty,

Can you feel abundance?

I witnessed the star falling down

From the sky and then

Turning to dust quickly.

The next moment I found myself

In the same chamber with the sun

Who said to me: -

You may not remember

Before I was sun, I was dust, falling from the sky

 And wallowing in the mud.

You know, falling is a sweet necessity and some agony too

Then you can rise again and shine

Like never before.