Rumi

Once, a tiny ant saw a pen moving on paper
And tried to tell the mystery to another ant.

“It was so amasing how that penpoint
made beautiful pictures of tall basil leaves
and beds of roses and lilies.”

Another ant suggested, “The real artist, though,
Is the finger. The pen itself is
Just an instrument.”

A third ant said, “But
Consider further. Notice there’s an arm above
Whose strength controls the fingers…..”

The argument went on, up and up, until the chief ant
Said,
“Do not regard any accomplishment as proceeding
from any material form. All living forms become
unconscious in sleep and death. Form is
just the clothes of the spirit.”