And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.
Be kind and honest, and harmful poisons will turn sweet inside you.
You are not just the drop in the ocean. You are the mighty ocean in the drop.
But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue.
The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.
To Love is to reach God.