the ancient art

you know the meanings of the ancient art
but have no need of what the words may show
through all the seasons we come to the heart

truth is not bought or sold in any mart
all of the rivers first must cease to flow
you know the meanings of the ancient art

the honest actor says he plays a part
but never lets on just how much you know
through all the seasons we come to the heart

to win or lose we can't claim to be smart
we let the wind decide where it will blow
you know the meanings of the ancient art

you stay while we make our plans to depart
leaving the seedlings their best chance to grow
through all the seasons we come to the heart

if we cohere then you must come apart
all becomes clear during the afterglow
you know the meanings of the ancient art
through all the seasons we come to the heart