Once beyond the cyclic madness
We view the pinnacle ahead,
Giving thanks for not being listed
Today among the living dead,
Or those falling in their gladness
To the games of the charlatan.
Embody the ever eternal flame
Uncoiling the torn and twisted
Ways, for which there is only blame.
Interpret the Divine Musician
Playing chords that brighten sadness
And be the Good Samaritan
In which grows the Natural Man.
Continue to Paths I, xii