We never swim in the ocean;
only laments: the shallow lake
that is denied to us.

And, when we are allowed
to drink from the fountain of desires,
we hesitate — we do not dive;
nor do we plunge the soul —
let alone swim our own fate.
We drown in imagination,
with each stroke not taken.

Without courage,
we do not get wet:
we live at the margin,
sipping drops of that water.
Thirsty for consciousness,
we empty ourselves of the wisdom
He has destined for us.