Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.
Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other.
You are not one you are a Thousand. Just Light your Lantern.
And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.
Why, when God's world is so big, did you fall asleep in a prison, of all places?
Inside any deep asking is the answering.