XXIV
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.
the cry of a bird over the reefs
XXIV
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.