Group 2 — the Logic

They say there is a calm before the storm Yet there is a calm of a different form Coming in the storm's aftermath, Followed by another stormy wrath. Before and after a storm there is calm Before and after calm too there is storm. In the desert there is cactus and palm One prickly, other into food transform. No point blessing one, the other curse Face one, with the other yourself nurse. Through tough times lighten your purse In good times generously disburse.

A man once asked, "who are you?" "A traveler, just like you!" "All my life I've lived here And here I will disappear!" "That may be so," I told that man "look another way, I'm sure you can. You may be born in this place And here death will know your face, But in the long term perspective You only have a brief time to live. You come here from another place And you'll go to a different space, But for a brief life time or so This part of your trip you'll get to know. You too are a traveler, like me Our difference, the way I see To cover much space with time I race, You'd rather stay longer in one place."

I planted some yellow daffodils Using my best gardening skills. Unbeknownst to me among the seeds Were mixed the seeds of some weeds. Very soon my garden flowered Was then by weeds overpowered, I had to dig my garden deep Uproot the plants and burn that heap. Many teachers are false preachers Their plots, minds of naive creatures. What they teach is half-truths Their teaching simple minds soothes. A half-truth is half false In spite of its living pulse: The beautiful truth brings delight The lie, the weed, transforms that sight. Ignorant gardener who flowers breeds Among the seeds plants the weeds, The false teacher with good intentions Among truths, many lies mentions; Gardener will dig his garden deep, False teacher's flames to skies shall leap; The gardener his plants uproots, False teacher brings many false fruits.

All around, many a colorful sight Is created by the power of the light In the darkness of black midnight We see no color or shade in sight. Deprived of color, in our fright We simply blame the dark night. We avoid the blinding light Of the daytime sun beaming bright. Sun carries all colors in light white Source of all light, gives color might. The world of appearance we embrace Its cause, the mind, we displace Succumbed to the powerful time and space We blame the mask, ourselves disgrace Yet our mind is the place Which appearance will replace And our mind's source is God's grace Which gives rise to the human race. We turn away from God's face The source of mind, time and space.

On the sandy beach, I saw footprints upon footprints Each generation building its knowledge upon former hints With a broader look, I then gazed upon the sand And with that look, I was amazed with the wavy land Every knowledge is simply based upon a ground, self-evident A base that is so obvious, to explain which no time is spent. Upon that beach I extended my vision to cover time and space I found the sandy canvas in time is renewed by tidal embrace. In time we find every knowledge is subjected to paradigm shift Replacing the old canvass of knowledge with a renewed tidal drift.