I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.
Keep on knocking 'til the joy inside opens a window look to see who's there
You are the mirror of divine beauty.
Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?
But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue.
Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.