I wish neither to possess nor to be possessed.
I no longer covet paradise.
More important, I no longer fear hell.
The medicine for my suffering I had within me from the very beginning,
But I did not take it.
My ailment came from within myself,
But I did not observe it,
Until this moment.
Now I see that I will never find the light
Unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel,
Consuming myself.
The sage dresses in rags,
But carries a jewel in his heart.
He knows the outer world is a dream,
And the inner world is reality.
He has seen the end of the rainbow,
And found there is no pot of gold.
He has seen the face of God,
And found there is no face.
-Bruce Lee
