Standing on tiptoes,
We falter.
Rushing ahead,
We fall behind.

The self-named righteous
Do not see their wrongs.
Proclaiming their deeds,
They only diminish them.

The path goes another way.

torrents rain


Open up to the way
To become one with it.
Open up to virtue,
To become virtuous.
Open up to loss,
To lose yourself.

Gales blow
And torrents rain
Only briefly.
Yet we witter
And fuss endlessly,
Over trifles

When trust is lost,
We are all untrustworthy.