Escape From The Black Cloud That Surrounds

Soul, A Moving River. Body, The Riverbed.

Be Grateful For Whoever Comes, Because Each Has Been Sent As A Guide From Beyond.

Be Quiet Now And Wait. It May Be That The Ocean One, The One We Desire So To Move Into And Become, Desires Us Out Here On Land A Little Longer, Going Our Sundry Roads To The Shore.

You're Not A Drop In The Ocean. You Are The Entire Ocean In A Drop.

There Is A Morning Inside You Waiting To Burst Open Into Light.