THE moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it
The moon is within me,
And so is the sun.
The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me;
But my deaf ears cannot hear it.
So long as man clamours for the I and the Mine, his works are as naught:
When all love of the I and the Mine is dead,
Then the work of the Lord is done.
For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge:
When that comes, then work is put away.
Those who have read The Grapes of Wrath will really appreciate this poem.