The Whirling Ecstasy

The heart is like a grain, we resemble the mill; does the latter know why it turns? The body is like the mill, thoughts are the water which makes it turn; the mill creaks and the water recognises its movement. The water says: Ask the miller, who sends this water down the mill-stream? And the miller will tell thee: O eater of bread, if the mill turned not, who would be baker? Many strange things will happen: silence!