Our lives are like sailing from one harbor to another,
But the boat of spirit seems unable to find a dock to stop at,
Even in the pond of slumber,
It is spun by the wind of daily mirage.
The goals and stations are lined up into no end,
But never meet with constant contentment and serenity,
Even on those most lovely days,
Just last for few minutes.
Navigating in the ocean of urges,
Swayed by the rotational flows,
More expectations are in the wake of more fears,
The loadstar is lost with pursuing illusory islands.
Floating on the river of memory,
Full of whirlpools of out-of-date mental traces,
All the visions are dressed in the old fashion,
The right-now existence is disregarded.
A loud voice cries out”Captain mind!”
He wakes from a daze.
Steering out of the fog,
The sunlight sparkling on the waves.
Raising up the sail of Compassion,
Taking the wind of Emptiness,
Holding the rudder of awareness,
To have a voyage of no regrets.