Missing It
If we only did listened
To the little red-hat-man,
The one with the big, pointy ears;
We'd never have started
Down this dark, misty path
I've been wandering 'round on for years.
How we feared each other
never warned against anger
neither shielded against the game-of-hate.
For fear leads to anger,
and anger to hate;
Hate leads to suffering - then was too late.
"Always be calm,"
"Relax, and at peace become.
In time, see you will
If turn away you do not,"
But I left and my soul became numb.
How can I get back?
What can I do
I am in search of that missing?
Missing me home; I must become passive,
relaxed and at peace,
At times I despair
And cry, "The task is too great!
No way can I ever get back!"
Then in the back of my mind
I hear, "Size matters not."
I press on so my soul will no more be stained black.
I will find a way
To drag myself
Of this mist of corruption and lies
If I only remember
To "Do or do not,"
For I now know "I can see."
Broadway…A.A.A