Everything you see has its roots In the unseen world. The forms may change Yet the essence remains the same. Every wondrous sight will vanish, Every sweet word will fade, But do not be disheartened. The Source they come from is Eternal, Growing, branching out, Giving new life and new joy. Why do you weep? That Source is within you And this whole world Is springing up from it. The Source is full, Its waters are every-flowing; Do no grieve, Drink your fill! Don't think it will ever run dry, This is the endless Ocean.
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