"Thou art? -- I am? -- Why argue? -- Being is.
Keep still and be. Death will not still the mind.
Nor argument, nor hopes of after-death.
This world the battle-ground, yourself the foe.
Yourself must master. Eager the mind to seek.
Yet oft astray, causing its own distress.
Then crying for relief, as though some God
Barred from it jealously the Bliss it sought......"
"Even when luck is with you and you're powerful,
still, Prosperity is other than you are:
one day it departs and leaves you poor.
O you who've been chosen, be your own good fortune!
When you have become your own wealth, O man of Reality,
then how will you, who are Prosperity, lose yourself?
How will you lose yourself, O man of good qualities,
when your essence is your wealth and your kingdom?"