Methods

Methods, they must never fail

To disappear, otherwise penance will pale

Bringing us to the brink of stillness

Where the mind blinds the witness

Herds prop up their methods

They use them as unshakable tethers

To be worshipped and praised

It’s not consciousness but ignorance that’s raised

Roads traveled cannot be carried

They’re left open for those slow and harried

Methods must not spring surprises

That’s left to consciousness once it rises

There’s an encyclopedia’s worth to ponder

Time won’t let us forever wander

By perfecting one that makes the mind drop

Even if there aren’t any roads, penance will not stop