Who knows the path
is it spoken in english,or solved in math?
settled in silence or stirred up in wrath?
who knows the way, who knows the path?
to conquer your fears and your minds great ghouls
does it make you a saint to be more than the fool
who’s jesting at the thought that life’s a school
where some go to class, and others play in the pool
but all is one,as the sides of the coin
whether you are apart or if you choose to join
the fire and the ice – the water that it makes
and the floods that are quelled when you master the lake
that’s arising from the flow,that the mind goes in stride
and the jewel in your heart shines from inside
when you know that the path is still many but one
and remember,there is nothing new under the sun.