The Fourth Way

There are three schools and a fourth way, the path of pure fools—as to whether this last is the beginning or end, who can say? Doesn’t it always begin again, my friend? But perhaps the fool is but an idiot savant! We often wonder, ourselves, as we wander and want. We may cuss and splutter when we fall in the gutter but when we do again stand we lend a helping hand to the poor soul beneath us rather than step on or over them and then call it justice! We know what the ideologues deny: we must persevere in the real world, in real time, not by believing a lie! The real fight is not with each other but with those who dissimulate to block out the light of truth and reason, in every season—for personal gain they commit this treason! But don’t they know the open secret—the first and final lesson of the fourth way? Energy never ends, and we only ever accrue it to give it away! So why live a lie if we’re all gonna die? But so many do… what about you? We can’t be too mad but it sure makes us sad that the lonely are only so because others are glad—to push them away and call it love, though it seems a crime that all they love is a good time, when there’s so many folks that need hugs and jokes and maybe even a kick in the ass! Not to be crass or mean but so they’ll come clean! A real friend is there through the ups and downs, whether it be a scare or a parade of clowns—we gotta see it to the end, where the energy changes and the light doth bend around seas and pastures and mountain ranges! We are stardust, not stars—we are the flesh that lives, b(e)aring scars like badges and burning bridges to build them again when the moment is right, and eternity gives us the insight to re-member that restriction is sin.

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The animal would like to believe we share a universal body.

The empath would like to believe we share a universal heart.

The intellectual would like to believe we share a universal mind.

The conqueror would like to believe we share a universal will.

But all these things are but partial manifestations of a universal energy to which not one of them can lay complete claim.

Where they try, we die.

Where they give, we live.

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I said to my pop:

“I can never repay you for all you’ve done.”

My pop replied:

“Pay it forward, son.”

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