I Am Your Own Voice Echoing Off

If You Wish For Light, Be Ready To Receive Light.

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

Heart Is A Sea, Language Is The Shore. Whatever Is In A Sea Hits The Shore.

Love Cannot Be Learned Or Taught. Love Comes As Grace.

Like The Birds Of The Sea, Men Come From The Ocean-the Ocean Of The Soul. How Could This Bird, Born From That Sea, Make His Dwelling Here?