I sat on the river bank.
Wise books were lying before me.
My mind was filled with philosophical questions.
Man in the dark robe approached me and said:
"With what riddles of wisdom are your thoughts
"You will not help me. You have a lack of discernment."
It was my answer to the stranger.
Suddenly tongues of flames were seen
over my books for a few seconds.
-"What does it mean?"- I asked.
"The words of books are dead knowledge
if you do not feel souls of the writers.
The one who is constantly moving
on the road of perfection
is more blessed than those
who sit on the mountain of achievements"-
It was the reply on my question.
The words of dark-clad man
changed my heart completely
and I began to whirl with him
in the embraces of the truth.
Sheikh Igor Marinovsky
Part of free image "Sunrise in the Catskills" by Thomas Cole
Courtesy of the National Gallery of Art, Washington