What Strikes The Oyster Shell Doesn't Damage

Keep Silent, Because The World Of Silence Is A Vast Fullness

You Are The Soul Of The Soul Of The Universe, And Your Name Is Love.

O, Happy The Soul That Saw Its Own Faults.

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.

Do Thou Smile Like The Rose At Loss And Gain; For The Rose, Though Its Petals Be Torn Asunder, Still Smiles On, And It Is Never Cast Down.