The Way

Some think that it's too stoic and rigid,

Some think that its a waste of time and breath.

They don't see how light and dark are blended

In the journey we all share before death.

The growth that makes a student of a child

With the energy of a forest's life,

Can bring to peace a force that once was wild

And save an old soldier from inner strife.

I find it within me as I breathe deep.

The strength of the sea, the calm of a doe.

The thousands of years that within me sleep

That is the same call we heard long ago.

The way of the hand and foot is my guide

singing harmongy, fighting divide. 

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