Is it not a miracle 
When suffering stops playing games,
Conflicts disappear,
The petty mind bids goodbye,
And the future provokes no fear.

Is it not a miracle
When all goals crumble on their own,
When there’s no desire to be loved or be known,
When one doesn’t know what one has or hasn’t,
When the vessel feels full and empty at once.

It is indeed a miracle 
Because I met my Master,
And he has led me to the land of the unknown.