Well established hierarchies
are not easily uprooted
Closely held beliefs are
not easily released
Even as a preponderance
of truth washes up at their feet
MIndless ritual
enthralls generation after generation
Harmony does not care
for harmony
In fact, it is quite
indifferent
But ritual is intent
upon forcing harmony
Thus, it cannot attain
it.
The sage goes by
harmony, not by hope
He dwells in the fruit
and not the flower
He accepts the actual
and ignores abstraction
Ritual is only outer
cloak of our beliefs
Anyone can perform a
ritual and look good doing it
It is what goes beyond
ritual that is important
The sage looks beyond
style and seeks substance
Not at the curtain, but
what is behind it
That is where true
nature lives
In the shadow, out of
spotlight
The sage makes no
display, only living naturally.
