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Although there are those amongst us- we call mentors

And they decipher for us the signs along each pathway

North, West, East, and South-Nevertheless

There is a kind of change amongst us- a swirling ocean

Which all men perceive as beyond the navigation

Of anyone to prepare for the wade across those torrid depths

And as with most mysteries in life

Being that much more- unpredictable

And one can plan- tis good

And one can prepare the way for each good

And one can let loose those energies like unto

The most radiant sunbeam-magnificent

But in the quiet of the evening where the shadows remain still

That each man must walk through death’s door alone, remains and still is

Even if the mind admonishes itself (as is it’s glory)

To pursue all the dreams of human kind with all its urgency of life

Not unlike a flower which nature has put upon its back

A beautiful coat

And unlike men who puts one on but takes it off again—However

when one has removed, without compromise, all these things

Heretofore spoken of (in their importance)

To the stature of- stardust

Then one comes closest to experiencing that conscious condition

which some ancient men called Tao

Creating in oneself a peculiar compass

Worthy of all oceans, and the perfect antidote, for change