The fourth song of the Way

To endeavour is to reach for the unreachable.

It is to reach for the moon or to follow rules so strict that no human chest is strong enough to hold them sacred.

This makes the Work a task in constant improvement and in constant change.

Everything may be worked at higher levels of refinement as the goal is something that glorifies true attainment and mastery.

In his rest the wanderer rejoices in knowing that the greatest part of the journey is still ahead of him.

Virtue grows out of every action that strives.

To lust for something is to look for shortcuts towards the goal.

With a hungry heart and fast legs the lustful runs blindly towards his desire without any further concern for his surroundings than weather or not they stand in his way.

The good harvest that the endeavour and movement promise falls like gravel upon unfruitful lands.

A myriad fall for the one and thus is the worth of the one lessened accordingly.

It is in this way many find themselves standing in desolate houses filled with valuable but soulless things.

The many trinkets weigh heavily on weary shoulders.

Movement become slow with those who carry too much and limited are those who have too many things to guard.


The third song of the Way

It is not your place to control other people’s souls

Neither is it your place to pass sentence over their lives or the paths they have chosen for themselves.

Be humble in your approach to others and find understanding instead of confrontation.

To take a step back and listen is not to abandon ones view or perspective. It is just adding another angle and perhaps one you have not thought of earlier.

It is however not your place to be trampled by insensitive feet.

Too much backing away may hinder your journey and render the Way impossible to attain.

When it is impossible to step aside and you are under siege by the unyielding you should give fair warning.

If the siege is not lifted your opponent has chosen his own destruction.

Therefore strike without pleasure and without any more mercy than you have been shown.

It is never favourable to seek battle and strife and it is the worst of failings to do so within your own house and with guests at your table.

Too great meekness is however a limitation and therefore a sin to be avoided lest your house become a lair of freeloaders and parasites.

Be strong in your conviction, proud in your attitude and forthcoming with your hearts desires.

Treat wanderers with respect and guests with generosity but do not let them mock you at your own table or profane your temple.

The second song of the Way

To wander along the road with no other intent than catching a glimpse of what lies beyond is a journey without end.

The traveller is free to halt at all things that catches the eye or sparks the imagination.

Without rush he can investigate and enjoy what he have found and then continue walking as new horizons constantly opens up before him.

Time loses its meaning and gains in meaningfulness as the right time is placed on every thing at every moment.

But if the steps of the wanderer are filled with desire for finite goals then the mind is also finite.

The radiant soul is trapped within straight walls.

As it tries to escape it is halted by gates fitted with the ambition of the ego.

Finally both body and soul is shrunken and shrivelled, the neck is bent and only hunger remains inside the shell of the fallen.

The body chases on without rest towards something always out of reach.

Tortured by his rider, the steed is forced to run with froth in its mouth until it lies down a final time never to get up again.

Bitter is such a harvest when only remorse and the ruins of stiff- necked ambition are the result of the work.

The true worth of a life cannot be measured.

Nor can it gain or loose value in accordance with the number of things it has collected during the journey.

The essence of life is necessity and only he who is living it can truly appreciate its value.

Therefore can a lifetime spent in one place indeed be a full life even though the body is born, lives and dies without ever contemplating travelling the four corners of the world.

The decay of flesh does not have to be the decay of spirit and the journeys of the spirit can give rise to greater mysteries than anyone of us really know.

Thus the Way is a journey without end even if the body has taken residence at the crossroads and remains there until it returns to dust.