A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It

The Body Is Not Hidden From The Soul, Nor Is The Soul Hidden From The Body, And Yet The Soul Is Not For Everyone To See.

Fish Love The Ocean. Snakes Move Like Earth-fish Inside A Mountain,well Away From Seawater. Certain Sunfish,though,turn Snakes Into Ocean Lovers.

Wherever Water Flows, Life Flourishes: Wherever Tears Fall, Divine Mercy Is Shown.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River. When The Ocean Is Searching For You, Don't Walk Into The Language-river. Listen To The Ocean, And Bring Your Talky Business To An End. Traditional Words Are Just Babbling In That Presence, And Babbling Is A Substitute For Sight.

The Lover Never Despairs. For A Committed Heart Everything Is Possible.