If anyone who needs change, it's only me!
What outside me, stays in my control?
Who outside me, plays well, my role?
How tiring the job of seeking to fix everything but me?
How futile yearning to build a garden without sweat mine?
I am the wound, I am the healing;
I am the question, I am the answer!
I am the logic, I am the magic;
I am the cause, I am the effect!
The Great Mother has put the macrocosm in this tiny microcosm!
Weilder of great powers, wields Her arrows through this bow!
This heart, Thy abode, Thy gift!
Beginning of all Joy, end of all misery!
The breeze that moves, flowers that dance, joy that stills,
Fragrance that sings, is all Thou, My beholder!
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