As Any Old Taoist Walking Out Of

Thousands Of Years Ago, Man Lived In Harmony With The Rest Of The Natural World. Through What We Would Today Call Telepathy, He Communicated With Animals, Plants, And Other Forms Of Life-none Of Which He Considered "beneath" Himself, Only Different, With Different Jobs To Perform. He Worked Side By Side With Earth Angels And Nature Spirits, With Whom He Shared Responsibility For Taking Care Of The World.

By The Time It Came To The Edge Of The Forest, The Stream Had Grown Up, So That It Was Almost A River, And, Being Grown-up, It Did Not Run And Jump And Sparkle Along As It Used To Do When It Was Younger, But Moved Slowly. For It Knew Now Where It Was Going, And It Said To Itself, There Is No Hurry. We Shall Get There Some Day.

Inner Nature, When Relied On, Cannot Be Fooled. But Many People Do Not Look At It Or Listen To It, And Consequently Do Not Understand Themselves Very Much. Having Little Understanding Of Themselves, They Have Little Respect For Themselves, And Are Therefore Easily Influenced By Others.

To Know The Way, We Go The Way, We Do The Way. The Way We Do, The Things We Do, It's All There In Front Of You. But If You Try Too Hard To See It, You'll Only Become Confused. I Am Me And You Are You. As You Can See; But When You Do The Things That You Can Do, You Will Find The Way. The Way Will Follow You.

To Buddha, The Second Figure In The Painting, Life On Earth Was Bitter, Filled With Attachments And Desires That Led To Suffering.