Poem: Following the Great Way

Always follow the Great Way,
Though dark seems the light of day,
Though heavy seem tired feet,
No time for a moment's seat.

On the path I made my way,
Mud and grass filled the long day,
The stream whispered soft to me,
"Over the hill, you will see."

Beyond endless hills of May,
Vast Heaven grandly displayed,
The new cosmos come at last,
Worth the journey of the past.