What appears to be mine;
my wisdom, my thoughts, my feelings,
are but reflections
of the cosmic reality.
The moon reflected in the lake
does not belong to the lake.
It appears serene
as long as the surface of the lake
is calm, undisturbed.
Knowing this Truth
We share freely and abundantly
and the cosmic bounty
is ours to looto and lutao.
Shrinking and growing
are tricks of the closeted mind.
Ganoba