Saiom Shriver Quotes
Swans, floating mounds of white, glide along on the blue lake.. though they look like icebergs they harm none... they do not melt into their supporting water but rise above it.
As he walked along, he saw a slain dandelion with grey locks and blew the down of the mower victim that there be fluffy flower flocks
As the sea.. receives red hot lava and transmutes it into green glass jewels, she with listening compassionate ear turns anger into love.. with every word she hears.
Holds the sun's cheer... every purple cherry.. and seed chariots of blooming new trees of cherry.
It is not the sweet nuthatch but the sun which hatches the nuts of nut trees everyone
Does he say novenas for those with no venus
The dousing wand The lightning rod Conductor's baton Will's aligned spine They find the water, invoke the lightning attract the music and summon angels' aid.
Each night the Tree of Nut out of naught knits neat nuts.
As seawaves slapped his sloop he slipped down a sweet slope into sleep
He is like the sea: on the surface bubbling with wave effervescence ... in the depths he is one with divine Everpresence