Being calm as the center of a whirlpool
Into which rush furious waves from all around

Being receptive as the beach sand, soaked with sea water
Letting the waves of experience wash over

Sometimes white sea shells, sometimes filthy dark mud
Every wave leaves behind its mark
and washes away some sand off the beach
Thus does experience act upon our souls
Peace lies in accepting it all.

Sometimes we run after things
Like a dog pursues its tail
The closer it gets, the farther goes the object
When we desperately run after something
It shies away, even if it be a measly tail

A man who follows his own heart
Confident, secure in knowledge of his own worth
Even the worlds stops to take notice
and follows such a man.