Oh Soul! You worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.
I learned that every mortal will taste death. But only some will taste life.
Come to the Root of the Root of your Self
You live in my heart where no one sees you but I do. That vision becomes this art.
Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.
You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don't know the value of your own soul, it's all foolishness.