I could walk a million miles
only to stumble upon such a wreck
half hidden in the blackest of sand

I could swim a million strokes
only to discover an island of blue
guarded by poisonous sea snakes

I could strum a million tunes
only to write a song fit for a fool
whistled by the simple hearted

I could do all this and more
trying to find a pot of lucky gold
that manifests itself inside us all

– Ishvara