Nagarjuna, Treatise on the Great Perfection of Wisdom
Sitting alone amongst the forest trees, The sixfold faculties always still and quiet. It seems as if you've lost a precious jewel, But have no pain of worry or distress. In all the World your visage has no peer, And yet you always sit with your eyes closed. The thoughts of each of us possess a doubt: What do you seek by dwelling in this place?