It is not bad to float in one’s own vessel.
The river is all flowing.
The river is furious,
It is gentle,
It is calm,
Yet sometimes endangering.
The vessel shouldn’t fall into the precipice.
Yet the vessel of mind more than often does.
It is not bad to float in one’s own vessel,
To roam about free,
In the world of happiness and bright sunshine,
Without any thought.
I am floating in my own vessel.