I know my teacher? How is it that We let our fears Have such an Unchecked controlling Interest in our lives? Does the desire For imaginary safety Grip us so tightly That we compel Danger into creation? Those people, really They are not like us! Our reasons for revulsion And anger, are After all so reasonable When did it become So reasonable to choose The different, changeable And unexpected moments As the lair of danger? At what point did We become so in tune With all future events We instantly divine who is Our teacher with today’s lesson? And who is not?
Our path follows us, Knowing that we were never lost, The path of no path. Is it possible to follow someone else to a place only you can go?