Play with fire,
You must get burned,
Is a koan,
On loan!
Don`t pick a bone,
Or moan.
This is where we start,
In the heart!
People push,
Because of hurt!
In this sea,
Of infinity!
When we are out,
There is much about!
Remember run through nettles!
You will get stung!
Ego passes on,
Pay attention!
To the path,
Hear you laugh,
Where does it flow?
These days!
Where should I go?
What should I say?
Perhaps I should show,
What I mean!
When you where young,
You got stung.
You learn to stay away,
Not to stray,
From the track!
Yet many roads,
There are to walk?
Many people,
With much talk!
They add a folk,
Don`t try to think.
Trust the syncs!
It can lead you to a dead end!
Yet there is always,
A bend!
Sometimes,
We have to go back,
To where we had lack!
Get back on track!
Don`t loose the fact!
You are light!
Get it right!