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Whatever I created was to give you peace.

Unending ranges of towering mountains,

Blue skies, stars, moon  and sun,

Surrounded by oceans, trees and birds.

Leaving all this, you search for things

That give you worry.

That which you created

To give yourself temporary happiness,

Increase your desire and leave you only wanting,

End this rat race that leaves you so unpeaceful.

Turn back around,

It may not be too late for you to return to Me.

Don't keep Me waiting.