With your roots.

I am three above you.
With your branches

I am there in you.
With your trunk.

Then,
Why should you go, 
Seeking me, in deserts?

Don’t you know 
In deserts, no seeds sprout, 
And no plants grow?

Still, why should you think
I am not there in the lands
Where you are, and
Where seeds will sprout
And plant will grow,
Quiet naturally.

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True, my son,
I am there in desert too,
As I am neither absent
Nor concentrated 
Any where.

But I am more near to you
In yourself, in your own land.