The Way It Goes
There’s a story of a concert master who is fed up with the orchestra and becomes an itinerant musician. In his travels he comes upon an old man sitting in the sun outside his hut and asks if he can rest there a while. After he has rested and drunk from the old man’s well, he feels like playing his violin. When he finishes, the old man sits quietly and then says, “That is true.” That’s the way it goes.
That’s the Way it goes
You are minding your own business
and along come two tramps at mud time
or you catch a little silver trout
and it leads you to Rapunzel
or up the Amazon to Grovers Corners –
where you were in the first place.
You are minding your own business
and along come two tramps at mud time
or you catch a little silver trout
and it leads you to Rapunzel
or up the Amazon to Grovers Corners –
where you were in the first place.
Get it? Just another way of describing what it’s like to take a slow walk – when you’re not going anywhere and don’t give a damn whether there’s a there there or not. One step And two And three – like that. Definitely no Depak Chopra involved.
That’s your Self
strolling along,
at it again,
late for school —
as usual.
strolling along,
at it again,
late for school —
as usual.
Realms of Gold 