Born in garden sunlight In harmony with Spring Living off the landscape Like every living thing
Rivers smooth the mountains Animals trim the trees People help each other In the evening breeze
Lessons passed through generations Sharing information slow Communication speeds up Ending status quo
Stories group the people Ideas swarm like bees People fight each other For imaginary needs
There is no way to stop it The Word exacts its price Defining Us distinct from Them was our only vice
From Zen and the Art of [nothing] by John Zdanowski & Jeff Abrams, Chapter 8.