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Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?

You Are The Soul And The Medicine For What Wounds The Soul.

Dance When You're Perfectly Free.

If You Were A Blade Of Grass Or A Tiny Flower I Will Pitch My Tent In Your Shadow. Only Your Presence Revives My Withered Heart. You Are The Candle That Lights The Whole World And I Am An Empty Vessel For Your Light.

Whatever Posessions And Objects Of Its Desires The Lower Self May Obtain, It Hangs On To Them, Refusing To Let Them Go Out Of Greed For More, Or Out Of Fear Of Poverty And Need.