Some think that it's too stoic and rigid,
Some think that its a waste of time and breath.
They don't see how light and dark are blended
In the journey we all share before death.
The growth that makes a student of a child
With the energy of a forest's life,
Can bring to peace a force that once was wild
And save an old soldier from inner strife.
I find it within me as I breathe deep.
The strength of the sea, the calm of a doe.
The thousands of years that within me sleep
That is the same call we heard long ago.
The way of the hand and foot is my guide
singing harmongy, fighting divide.