In the mountain, stillness surges up
to explore its own height;
In the lake, movement stands still
to contemplate its own depths.
~ "Fireflies" by Rabindranath Tagore
My soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neithr sleeps, nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open, sees
far-off things, and listens
at the shore of the great silence.