You're not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.
Come into my eyes, and look at me through them, for I have chosen a home far beyond what eyes can see.
The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.
Whenever Beauty looks, Love is also there.
Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.
Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again; For I am like the Moon, you will see me with new face everyday.