the book of love should be re-written
so we can’t hurt the ones we love
it should be written out in music
with lyrics sent down from above
lovers dreams should all come true
i read this book when i was learning
the hieroglyphs keep shifting now
complications make it so
if only we could make it simple
then we’d know the way to go
there was a time i understood
but that was very long ago
When the day was young the Fool stepped out
A rose in his hand and free of care
He walked though fields of fresh spring flowers
He had no thought for passing hours
Or the perils of the journey far ahead
He had never heard of learning
He climbed a mountain to its peak
He looked up to the sun above
Unaware of the shadows at his feet
His open innocence was complete
He ignored the instincts of his dog
Who yapped and growled to warn him
The Fool stepped out to the precipice
A merry tune upon his lips
Merry hey hi down dilly sang he
Oh he sang so prettily
While the void opened wide before him
And down he tumbled into life
The Fool now faces many choices
He began the journey and must go on
It may be short or it may be long
He may be weak or he may be strong
But in time he will return to this peak
And gaze out, as a wise man
The Dreaming Path 