The path to take may seem a curious choice
For usually we run away from pain
But sages and deep wisdom with one voice
Tell us we must face it and remain.
For when we run, the action aids our fear
It grows with each long step to giant size
But images are not what they appear
As fantasy can be a dangerous lie.
If we stay and trembling shake and stare
The elephant may turn into an ant
And yet it seems for death we had prepared
Our narrow focus made of this a giant.
The paradox of wisdom isn’t clear
We trust the deep while we outstare ouir fear?
How my heart sings 