Inside of me, and each of us,
Is a craftsman, a poet and a scientist.
A willer, a feeler and a thinker.
A runner, a lover and a mathematician.
And each aspect beautiful in its own right:
The dancer alive on the dance floor;
The singer lost in emotion;
The historian lost in a book.
Three paths to bliss have I
And three paths to freedom.
And each man in me needs equal energy
Lest my being become unsteady.
The scientist with no heart is an evil villain;
The poet alone will starve to death
And the craftsman needs beauty to build.
The artistry of the heart
Brings compassion to head and hands
And allows me