I am awareness itself,
Bound only by my thirst for life.
I am the infinite ocean.
When thoughts spring up,
The wind freshens, and like waves
A thousand worlds arise.
But when the wind falls,
The trader sinks with his ship.
On the boundless ocean of my being
And all the worlds with him.
But O how wonderful!
I am the unbounded deep
In whom all living things
Rush against each other playfully,
And then subside.