prose

..... is like a great ship for beings to cross the perilous ocean of existence, 
an unerring captain who guides them to the dry land of liberation, a rain that 
extinguishes the fire of the passions, a bright sun and moon that dispel the 
darkness of ignorance, a firm ground that can bear the weight of both good and 
bad, a wish-fulfilling tree that bestows temporal happiness and ultimate bliss, 
a treasury of vast and deep instructions, a wish-fulfilling jewel granting all 
the qualities of realization, a father and a mother giving their love equally to 
all sentient beings, a great river of compassion, a mountain rising above 
worldly concerns unshaken by the winds of emotions...