You've Been Walking The Ocean's Edge, Holding

Listen, O Drop, Give Yourself Up Without Regret, And In Exchange Gain The Ocean.

When I Run After What I Think I Want, My Days Are A Furnace Of Stress And Anxiety; If I Sit In My Own Place Of Patience, What I Need Flows To Me, And Without Pain. From This I Understand That What I Want Also Wants Me, Is Looking For Me And Attracting Me. There Is A Great Secret Here For Anyone Who Can Grasp It.

Open To Me, So That I May Open. Provide Me Your Inspiration So That I Might See Mine.

Travelers, It Is Late. Life's Sun Is Going To Set. During These Brief Days That You Have Strength, Be Quick And Spare No Effort Of Your Wings

The Men Of God Are Like Fishes In The Ocean; They Pop Up Into View On The Surface Here And There And Everywhere, As They Please.