True how beautiful our country looks,
Libraries stacked with books.
With all our precious learning
We have forgotten the One.
Forgotten
To look at our-selves and see the wrong we create.
Bigger and faster, destroyed and rebuilt
Never to notice trees upon a grassy knoll,
And feel the warm breeze of time roll over experience.

Our rulers picked only to think of reelection,
Better them than us, conditional think.
Billions spent to kill us dead,
Real problem of love cast aside.
Please Eighties, bring a new tide
With the formless logic of Love.

Practice and form resist all, yield and overcome.
Waiting is fulfillment,
To read is to know what you’ve written
And the song is what brings it all.
Lose the sense of awe and balance fails.
Let fear pass through and grow from every fall.

The way things are
On one side may not be the same on the other;
The way things are are not as they look.
Be sure only in uncertainty, respect what is not known.
Learn the self that is most precious, build to die.
Sail with the wam breeze, no action, no resistance.
Doing nothing, leave nothing undone,
To act is not to react, fall the former, grasp the latter
And find peace of heart of love.