In the mountain, stillness surges up
to explore its own height;
In the lake, movement stands still
to contemplate its own depths.
What is my word, what is human wisdom
but a noise that reaches the outer ear?
But from that ear to the heart lies a road
that only God can travel.
Blessed are you who do not put your trust
in the noise of your own words,
even though they come wrapped in great
human wisdom.