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There Is My Body, In It An Ocean Formed Of His Glory, All The Creation, All The Universes, All The Galaxies, Are Lost In It.

From Myself I Am Copper, Through You, Friend, I Am Gold. From Myself I’m A Stone, But Through You, I Am A Gem!

Oh You, Straying Heart, Just Come! Oh You, Aching Liver, Just Come! If The Path To The Gate Is Closed, Take The Way By The Wall, But Come!

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

Like A Shadow, I Am And I Am Not.