Some say It has form,
Some say It is formless,
Some say It is One,
Some say It is countless.Some say It is naught,
Some say It is all,
Lost in these answers,
I stumble and fall.Tossed by the tempest,
Through darkness and foam,
My decades-old boat,
Still searches for home.I long for the shore,
Through wave after wave,
Yet forget the vast ocean
That carries me safe.I search for the Infinite,
Beyond the sea,
While the boundless ocean
Is already within me.~ Sw. Chidananda Tirtha