the winds blow
the river turns
latent powers shunted
by rules of thought
and chemical concoctions
This is my dream,
light bearers see
nothing is hidden
A lie has to be sheltered
Once pierced There is no lie
The children see.
We all are offered this path.
The cross road
to be willing to see the truth
against our training
to open our eyes
to look with unflinching love, fearless
at the painful truth
and with its lighted sword
follow within its force
