I Have One Small Drop Of Knowing

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.

Without The Frown Of Clouds And Lightning, The Vines Would Be Burned By The Smiling Sun.

If You Wish To Shine Like Day, Burn Up The Night Of Self-existence. Dissolve In The Being Who Is Everything.

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.

These Pains You Feel Are Messengers. Listen To Them.