I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In

You Don't Live On The Earth, You Are Passing Through It.

I Have Come To Drag You Out Of Yourself And Take You Into My Heart. I Have Come To Bring Out The Beauty You Never Knew You Had, And Lift You Like A Prayer To The Sky.

If The Foot Of The Trees Were Not Tied To Earth, They Would Be Pursuing Me; For I Have Blossomed So Much, I Am The Envy Of The Gardens.

What Was Said To The Rose That Made It Open, Was Said To Me, Here In My Chest.

You Have No Idea How Hard I've Looked For A Gift To Bring You. Nothing Seemed Right. What's The Point Of Bringing Gold To The Gold Mine, Or Water To The Ocean. Everything I Came Up With Was Like Taking Spices To The Orient. It's No Good Giving My Heart And My Soul Because You Already Have These. So I've Brought You A Mirror. Look At Yourself And Remember Me.