The ego has lost its way among the stars,
Or else the stars swaddle it
In an ovum,
In an ant, in a human,
In a roe
Planets fly
Through cosmic spaces.

They mix among themselves,
They are ground,
They establish themselves as sifted flour,
As a united I
They gather
In the mill that is called
Earth.

You are a grain
And I a speck of dust,
Each has needs of their own.
Personality — and our Little House:
We are the Ego of Earth.