Strong has badly used us,
We weak, We many.
Twas thus since the caves,
a hell in human culture.

In our own time,
Strong forgot
that a parasite needs a healthy host!
Fatal Error.

How can we step forth
as the Strong Man stumbles?
How may we burgeon on the dung of failure,
and build a fairer way?

I blend an elixir:
with parts of fire and parts of water,
to heal my weakness and vice.

The Way is pragmatic,
and flexible,
open and guarded both.

I build a net:
face to face and hand to hand,
feet on the ground,
eyes to horizon.

I practice:
concentrating essence,
always shedding dross.