The Road Will Open

The Road Will Open The sheik taught me When I came to him complaining of helplessness: He said: Like a bird, shake the wing of the idea into the wind So that the imagination can loosen its feet upon your shoulders; And when the sun rises Toss the blackness of the darkness into the light! Don't wander with an empty bucket for the well is inside you! Don't beg bread from door to door For the field of wheat is inside you Your mind harbors the harvesting sickle! Don't run from brook to brook searching for water At the bottom of your mind the ocean sleeps! Behold, your mind erects barriers, Your eyes are bandaged And your ears are plugged Then you ask others about the way! Saddle the horse of your consciousness Let your body do what your soul can't bear And let your soul do what your body can't hold And the road will open