The mind is an ocean … and so many worlds
Are rolling there, mysterious, dimly seen!
And our bodies? Our body is a cup floating
On the ocean; soon it will fill, and sink… .
Not even one bubble will show where it went down.

The spirit is so near that you can’t see it!
But reach for it … Don’t be a jar
Full of water, whose rim is always dry.
Don’t be the rider who gallops all night
And never sees the horse that is beneath him.