“Infinite mercy flows continually But you’re asleep and can’t see it. The sleeper’s robe goes on drinking river water While he frantically hunts mirages in dreams And runs continually here and there shouting, “There’ll be water further on, I know!” It’s this false thinking that blocks him From the path that leads to himself, By always saying, “Further on!” He’s become estranged from “here”: Because of a false fantasy He’s driven from reality.”
