poem
The sun knowth not the darkness
but see the light in all things
the one to dwellth in the tower
can see the people and the city
all its know to that which is above all
the journey of a thousand men
beginning with one step
what we seek can be found in a coffin
all things dead seek that which is dead
the dead seek rest
the living seek to be awake
those who sleep are dead
and those who are awake don’t sleep
when the man reach the summit
and the sun rise above the clouds
and water reach the ground
there will be much to see
for many things are in motion
not from its own doing
but from the likeness of that which is not still
poor is not the man who can’t see
but poor is the man who sees yet he is blind
the ashes of many lie awake
and yet the wait
to rise
to be known by the sun
the people search all through out the earth
to find something that lies within themselves
carry your cross and follow the one
who knows all and is known by all
and all is one and one is all.
Those who are nothing become someone
and those who are someone become nothing.
The son knows his people
but as the son grew the people
did not know their son
for the sun descend and has risen again
but the people slumber and knew not.