There Goes A River Dragging An Ocean

And He Misses Her Like A Wind Starved Sail He Sits Knowing What Direction To Go But The Current Keeps Pulling Him Down River.

Ground Yourself, Strip Yourself Down, To Blind Loving Silence

A Seeing Eye Is Better Than Three Hundred Blind Men's: The Eye Can Distinguish Pearls From Pebbles.

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

Come Sit With Me! Let Us Drink The Holy Wine Of Happiness.