Dance While the Devil Sleeps

After fire comes the rain

The rain washes away

The blackened soil.

In the distance the process starts over again.

Near the pyres the women weep

Their tears hiss in the flames

And in the smoke there's a signal

For their sons and daughters to...

Take cover.

Unless you are

On the right side

Of the fight.

But who is right?

And where is wrong?

This koan

Is easier

Said than known.

A lonely mariner

Dreamt a little dream

Wherein he was the subject

Of an old song

Lamenting the sea.

"keep eyes on winds and tides,

Neither good, bad, right or wrong.

There's a storm ahead in the distance,

Tell the stowaways to...

Take cover.

Unless you are

On the right side

Of the fight.

But who is right?

And where is wrong?

This koan

Is easier

Said than known."

Dance while the devil sleeps

After fire comes the rain.

Look in the smoke for a signal.