- So much to learn, such pain and strife
- Seems to be part of human life.
- There sometimes seems to be no rhyme
- To this dimension trapped in time.
- Why can't we just progress and grow
- Through concepts we think we know?
- Why do we detour and go round the truths
- We think that we have found?
- To live these truths is very hard
- More so in our own back yards.
- They are much simpler to profess
- To others that we feel know less,
- Than to be quiet and to live
- The teachings that we wish to give
- To those upon this magic wheel,
- And yet somehow we seem to feel
- That exhortations great and small
- Will somehow make us all grow tall.
- 'Tis not the talking that will heal;
- It's twined within the way we feel
- Sometime I have the greatest urge
- To be a wondrous thaumaturge;
- To dazzle people with my skill;
- To heal the world of all its ills;
- To wipe the tears from every face;
- To uplift all the human race.
- Yet I know it could never be
- For then the people would not see
- The strength that lies within themselves,
- Their probing minds that always delve
- Into the peaceful, deep reserves of love
- Within, without, and from above,
- That guides them each and everyday,
- And leads them on their separate ways.
- I'll simply try to ease the plight
- Of others reaching for the light,
- By trying very hard each day
- To live the words I wish to say,
- The true examples of profound
- In daily living do abound
- A life that's lived upon false words
- Is better to remain unheard.
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