Our body is a cup, floating on the ocean

          The mind is an ocean... and so many worlds

          are rolling there, mysterious, dimly seen!

          And our bodies? Our body is a cup, floating

          on the ocean; soon it will fill, and sink...

          Not even one bubble will show where it went down.

          The spirit is so near that you can't see it!

          But reach for it... don't be a jar

          Full of water, whose rim is always dry.

          Don't be the rider who gallops all night

          And never sees the horse that is beneath him.

           —  The jar with a dry rim by Rumi, translated by Robert Bly

or, as Brian Koberlein puts it:

We borrow our existence from the cosmos. We flow on until, like spirals of water, we fade back into the calm.

Image: Two Years At Sea