“I tell thee the story of a stream
You can consider it as a little child’s dream
She emerged from a fountain
Appeared like a streak upon the mountains
She collected droplets on the way
Her clear waters sprinkled all the rays
Slowly as she travelled circuitous lengths
She kept growing in her strengths
Convinced even the mountains to share their soil
She prepared the grounds for human toil
Joined by others she became vast
Reaching the plains, a river at last
She could make out that the land was parched
Distributed her waters as she marched
As she reached the final phases of her journey
She became even more calm.
She moved forward to join the ocean
Which stood with open arms
Such is the mystery of everything in life
The surface may seem openly revealed Only gradually and in steps is the philosophy unveiled.”