The Signs of Music
Gentlemen, thou ought to concern thyselves with the paths which thine ancestors have trodden, for thou wilt never reach the branches without the roots, and thou wilt not be shined upon unless thou growth thy trunk straight and strong.
Many paths thine eyes may find
Throughout the gardens of thy mind,
But only one will ever lead
Thine heart and soul to be Aligned.
If thou mist climb, climb to me.
If thou must walk, walk by my side.
If thou must look, see me in all things.
If thou must hear, hear me in the music.
If thou must know me, simply ask.
From a meager seed I’ll grow
The greatest Sage thou’lt ever know.
His trunk will reach up high to Me,
That My soft rains might, to him, flow.
Where the Sage grows,
Soft rains will flow,
Upon all His Garden,
Above and below.
Throughout the ancient canopy
I blow my breath and scatter seed
To every corner of the earth,
That every slave may soon be freed.
Some seeds fall on fertile soil,
Though many fall to strife and toil,
And they are choked by thorns and thistles,
Lest they, to their God, recoil.
A man may be likened unto a dry forest, for he leaves dry leaves on his floor, and the fires come and burn what must be burned.