Once Upon A Wandering
Once upon a story old
Out of the darkest hopeful night
Comes the wanderer cold
When needs must the path learned right
A wizened hand unveil the way
In the darkest hopeful night
The stranger appears, nearly late
A master in disguise
With wise hand unveils the way
In silence how the sound flies
In fire and ice how he sweats his rust
The strangest master in disguise
It's a revolution, who can we trust?
Nomad teacher, who need not breathe?
Strongest master that sweats and rusts?
Thinking machine with the spark to believe
Born once upon a story old
Teacher, alive, who need not breathe
Come back, zen wanderer cold