I've Said Before That Every Craftsman Searches

Bathe In The Splendor Of Your Own Light.

When The Ocean Surges, Don't Let Me Just Hear It. Let It Splash Inside My Chest!

You're Water. We're The Millstone. You're Wind. We're Dust Blown Up Into Shapes. You're Spirit. We're The Opening And Closing Of Our Hands. You're The Clarity. We're The Language That Tries To Say It. You're Joy. We're All The Different Kinds Of Laughing.

That Which God Said To The Rose, And Caused It To Laugh In Full-blown Beauty, He Said To My Heart, And Made It A Hundred Times More Beautiful.

Swim Out Of Your Little Pond.