There’s a way through life
That your feet learn by walking
Fluid as water, changeable as weather
.
The path you walk starts at birth
And ends at your death
Yet it began before you
And will continue after you
.
The way is its own magic
It owns you and transforms you
And nurtures you like a mother
.
And when the old man
Worn out and footsore
Reaches the end of his days
He is taken home into the way
