Heart Is A Sea, Language Is The

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

Let Yourself Become Living Poetry.

I Always Thought That I Was Me — But No, I Was You And Never Knew It.

If You Put Your Soul Against The Oar With Me, The Power That Made The Universe Will Enter Your Sinew From A Source Not Outside Of Your Limbs, But From A Holy Realm That Lives Within Us.

I Am Part Of The Load Not Rightly Balanced . . .