The transposition

Before I used to strive for intellectual acquisition -- But now I have thrown out small reason and the thoughts of the troubled mind. Now I am happy to confess that I do not know. And being ignorant, thus, I am like water, transparent as the spirit nurturing the phenomenal world. Sometimes I am like the water swirling in quiet pools, in hidden recesses. And sometimes like the meandering water of rivers, feeding the lands. Sometimes like the raindrops and the congealed water of the mountain snow. And sometimes the tempest is my person, raging with the waters of the mighty sea. What water I am is decided solely by the breath that stirs me -- the God I love. And being, in profound plainness, given to the simplicity of guiding motion, I am myself now and find that I have cast the stones of yesterday into the stream of perpetual tomorrow.