All Your Anxiety Is Because

All Day I Think About It, Then At Night I Say It. Where Did I Come From, And What Am I Supposed To Be Doing? I Have No Idea. My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I'm Sure Of That, And I Intend To End Up There.

What You Have Despised In Yourself As A Thorn Opens Into A Rose.

Beg Of God The Removal Of Envy, That God May Deliver You From Externals, And Bestow Upon You An Inward Occupation, Which Will Absorb You So That Your Attention Is Not Drawn Away.

In The Sea Of Love, I Melt Like Salt Faith, Doubt - They Both Dissolve. A Star Is Opening In My Heart . The Worlds Turn In It.

The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.