« A Flow of Whater »

Vesna Krmpotic wrote: "Water comes to water, asking [...] what is it?"

My mind echoed: "Whater, wet with questions, can never quench its own thirst for self-knowledge."

Vesna Krmpotic clarified: "Water, thirsty, comes to the water, not knowing that it [itself] is water. What is is. [...]  That's that."

My mind echoed: "Mind too is a river of whater that flows with self-ignorant questions about its own source of self. When the mind flows with incessant 'What am I?" questions it has no better chance of a final answer than a river that wishes to swim up its own stream to see where it flows from."

ps: spelled as intended (and intended as spelled)