Learn to fully function in the totality of your wisdom.
Trudging along a barren field suddenly I see
A still pond off to my side and a reflection of me.
I look aghast at the face down there twisted and forlorn
And realize I am not doing the work for which I was born.
I see the twisted furrows burrowed across my face
A record of resistance to life’s battles taking place,
A sketch of refraining to do the work I know I must
If this old world of ours is not to end up as dust.
And what is that work, I ask myself, which will save this old world
Find and awaken the souls of men in the darkness hurled?
Restore the wisdom left behind in the days of old
And have the nerve to break the bondage into which we’re daily sold.
Get everyone working the way he can with heart and mind
And realize our ancient wisdom the gold that we must find.
We’ll then soon find as day wears on the power to be free
And work for the good of one and all in totality.