The smart man accepts life whole, as it is,
Without having to measure or touch the common source,
Which has no shape or size.
Though formless and intangible, the source brings form.
Though vague and elusive, the source brings shape.
Though dark and obscure, the source brings morning light.
Is it real?
Its evidence is all creation.

From the first moment to the present,
The name has been sounding.
It is the door through which the universe enters,
The window through which the universe sees.

How have I come to learn all this?
That very name has told me.
That name which is sounding right here.

Right now.