Deep in the Quiet Wood 
by James Weldon Johnson--1871-1938
Are you bowed down in Heart?
Do you but hear the clashing discords and the din of life?
Then come away, come to the peaceful wood.
Here bathe your soul in silence. Listen! Now,
From the palpitating solitude
Do you not catch, yet faint, elusive strains?
They are above, around, within you, everywhere.
Silently listen! Clear, and still more clear, they come.
They bubble up in rippling notes, and swell in singing tones.
Now let your soul run the whole gamut of the wondrous scale
Until, responsive to the tonic chord, 
It touches the diapason* of God's grand cathedral organ,
Filling earth for you with heavenly peace
And holy harmonies.
*Oxford Dictionary: a grand swelling burst of harmony.

May your thorns of suffering become flowers~
from Verdi's Opera Simone Bocanegra

Once there was a child made of salt.
So she set out on a long journey in pursuit of understanding.
Finally she came  to the shore of a great Ocean.
How marvelous, she cried, and stuck one foot in the water.
The Ocean beckoned her further, saying:
"If you wish to kow who you are, do not be afraid."
The salt child walked further into the water,
dissolving with each step.
And at the end, exclaimed: "Aaaah, now I know who I am."
~author unknown

You are not a drop in the ocean; you are the ocean in a drop.
~Rumi