The universe and the light of the stars come through me.
You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it.
Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.
Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.
Don't see yourself as a body of clay; See yourself as a mirror reflecting the divine beauty.
Purify your eyes, and see the pure world. Your life will fill with radiant forms.