What I Had Thought Of Before As

Be Quiet Now And Wait. It May Be That The Ocean One, The One We Desire So To Move Into And Become, Desires Us Out Here On Land A Little Longer, Going Our Sundry Roads To The Shore.

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.

Give Up To Grace. The Ocean Takes Care Of Each Wave 'til It Gets To Shore. You Need More Help Than You Know.

Except For Love, Nothing You See Will Remain Forever.

When I Am Silent, I Fall Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.