The mind is an ocean . . . I 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.
(translated by Robert Bly)