I Was There In The Beginning And

The World Is A Mountain, In Which Your Words Are Echoed Back To You.

You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

Open To Me, So That I May Open. Provide Me Your Inspiration So That I Might See Mine.

O Tongue You Are An Endless Treasure. O Tongue, You Are Also An Endless Disease.

I Have Come To Drag You Out Of Yourself And Take You Into My Heart. I Have Come To Bring Out The Beauty You Never Knew You Had, And Lift You Like A Prayer To The Sky.