The difference between a formal "yes" and a casual "yeah"—how slight! The difference between knowing the Truth and not knowing it—how great!

Must I fear what others fear? Should I fear desolation when there is abundance? Should I fear darkness when that light is shining everywhere? Nonsense! The people of this world are steeped in their merrymaking as if gorging at a great feast or watching the sights of springtime Yet here I sit, without a sign, staring blank-eyed like a child

I am but a guest in this world While others rush about to get things done I accept what is offered Oh, my mind is like that of a fool aloof to the clamour of life around me Everyone seems to bright and live with the sharp distinctions of day I appear dark and dull with the blending of differences by night

I am drifting like an ocean, floating like the high winds Everyone is so rooted in this world yet I have no place to rest my head Indeed I am different... I have no treasure but the Eternal Mother I have no food but what comes from her breast