You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So

In Things Spiritual, There Is No Partition, No Number, No Individuals. How Sweet Is The Oneness-unearth The Treasure Of Unity.

Flowers Open Every Night Across The Sky, A Breathing Peace, And Sudden Flame Catching.

Botha Swimmer And A Drowned Man Are In The Water; The Latter Is Borne By The Water And Controlled By It, While The Swimmer Is Borne Along By His Own Power And Of His Own Volition. Every Movement Made By The Drowned Man - Indeed, Every Act And Word That Issue From Him - Comes From The Water, Not From Him... The Saints Are Like This. They Have Died Before Death.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River. When The Ocean Is Searching For You, Don't Walk Into The River. Listen To The Ocean.

I Become A Waterwheel, Turning And Tasting You, As Long As Water Moves.