There Goes A River Dragging An Ocean

Sadness To Me Is The Happiest Time, When A Shining City Rises From The Ruins Of My Drunken Mind. Those Times When I'm Silent And Still As The Earth, The Thunder Of My Roar Is Heard Across The Universe.

Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent, And You Fall Flat And Your Energy Is Drained. Then The Grace Of The Divine Will Lift You.

Late, By Myself, In The Boat Of Myself, No Light And No Land Anywhere, Cloudcover Thick. I Try To Stay Just Above The Surface, Yet I'm Already Under And Living Within The Ocean.

To Love Is To Reach God.

Neither This Body Am I, Nor Soul, Nor These Fleeting Images Passing By, Nor Concepts And Thoughts, Mental Images, Nor Yet Sentiments And The Psyche's Labyrinth. Who Then Am I? A Consciousness Without Origin, Not Born In Time, Nor Begotten Here Below. I Am That Which Was, Is And Ever Shall Be, A Jewel In The Crown Of The Divine Self, A Star In The Firmament Of The Luminous One.