The Jar with the Dry Rim

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.