Finding a Path

Play with fire,

We will get burned;

Is a koan,

On loan.

Don't pick a bone,

Or moan;

This is where we start,

In the heart.

People push,

Because of hurt.

In this sea of infinity;

When we are out,

There is much about.

Remember run through nettles,

We will get stung,

Ego passes on.

Pay attention to the path;

We hear some laugh,

Where does it flow;

Where should we go?

What should we say?

Perhaps we should show.

When we were young,

We got stung;

So we learned to stay away,

Not to stray from the track.

Yet many roads there are to walk;

Many people with much talk,

They add a fork,

Don't try to think,

Trust the syncs.

It can lead us to a dead end,

Yet there is always a bend.

Sometimes we just have to go back,

To where we had lack;

Get back on the track,

Don't lose the facts,

We are all light,

Get it right.