Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Shantih shantih shantih
(T.S Eliot 'What the Thunder Said' from The Wasted Land)