Upanishad

You are what your deep, driving desire is

As your desire is, so is your will

As your will is, so is your deed

As your deed is, so is your destiny

There is no joy in the finite

There is joy only in the Infinite

From fullness, fullness comes

When fullness is taken from fullness

Fullness still remains

Imagine a vast hall

It is the dead of winter

A fierce snowstorm rages outside

But a great fire fills the space within the hall with warmth and light

Now and then, a sparrow darts in for refuge from the weather

It appears as if from nowhere, flits about joyfully in the light

And then disappears again

And where it comes from and where it goes next

In that stormy darkness, we do not know

Dreams are real

As long as they last

Can we say more of life