Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.
You are not just the drop in the ocean. You are the mighty ocean in the drop.
Everything is soul and flowering.
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.
Listen to the sound of waves within you.
Love cannot be learned or taught. Love comes as Grace.