The Master's power is like this.
He lets all things come and go
effortlessly, without desire.
He never expects results;
thus he is never disappointed.
He is never disappointed;
thus his spirit never grows old.”
― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
It started out a dreary day, weather wet, cool and grey.
But soon the mists, rain and spray turned about in a wonderful way.
The sun came out, there was no doubt, it was an ideal day for a buffalo scout.
So I wandered far and I wandered wide, hunting down that buffalo hide.
Now in the desert there are no buff, it's slope and plain and country tough.
I was riding along a dirty old road. And there he was - "King Horny Toad!
It was cactus and sand, shimmer and heat. WTF did I just meet?
Giant toads of horns and goads, rough tongues long, a hunger strong.
I found a cave to make my stand, plans of panic, t,were nothing grand.
The Bowie knife was in my hand, an only friend in a deadly land.
It was slice and poke and underbelly stroke. Flicker and dash, a desperate clash.
The toads were big, the toads were feral, OMG is St. George in peril?
The edge sought bone, the point struck home, the bowie knife - a devils comb!
Havoc and hell, through dirt and dell, soon the toad king finally fell.
The horn toad pack began to scatter, our war ground littered with gore and splatters.
My finest shirt now torn to tatters, I survived the fight that's all that matters.
So There's the story of the lizard king. My deadly duel with an ancient thing.
A bowie knife and a buffalo scout, a tale of fear there is no doubt.
Life is tough down Mexico way - oh don't believe these words I say?