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