Stone Mirror Mountain Rises From A Low Stream

The Scent Of Flowers Like An Ocean Of Weeds

I Take A Boat Formed Like A Long Handled Sword

The Heavens Are Vast And The Sea Is Broad



Whats My Name...?



We Find The Great Cave Of Burning Clouds

The Water Horses Come Flickering Down

A Gap In Consciousness, A Picture Takes Shape

I Hear A Thundering

A Tidal Wave Breaks



Whats My Name...?