Give Up To Grace. The Ocean Takes

Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its Throb, My Heart. A Voice Inside The Beat Says, "i Know You're Tired, But Come. This Is The Way.

How Do I Know Who I Am Or Where I Am? How Could A Single Wave Locate Itself In An Ocean.

Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

Soul Receives From Soul That Knowledge, Therefore Not By Book Nor From Tongue. If Knowledge Of Mysteries Come After Emptiness Of Mind, That Is Illumination Of Heart.

For Sixty Years I Have Been Forgetful Every Minute, But Not For A Second Has This Flowing Toward Me Stopped Or Slowed.