Everyone is doing their part
higher and lower holds no value at all
The rope that leads the traveler
is just one rope
among millions of others

Ten thousand things pays witness
to the tiny part who cannot but walk on
and the silent seer
who is not behind the eyes
is there somewhere
maybe within
maybe without
but it is there because it so chooses
and its part is filled to the brim with destiny and choice

Yet there is nothing in there but the way of the rope
and the rope is stuffed into a small gray box that is not really there
In this lonely place
the ropewalker takes the journey
again and again
heading not much anywhere
and only rarely recognizing
the light
that has never left us