You're not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.

Silence gives answers.

The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.

But meditate now on steadfastness and clarity, and let those be the wings that lift and soar through the celestial spheres.

Move, but don't move the way fear makes you move.

When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?

Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.