Dance while the devil sleeps

After fire comes the rain
The rain washes away
The blackened soil.
In the distance the process starts over again.

Near the pyres the women weep
Their tears hiss in the flames
And in the smoke there's a signal
For their sons and daughters to...

Take cover.
Unless you are
On the right side
Of the fight.
But who is right?
And where is wrong?
This koan
Is easier
Said than known.

A lonely mariner
Dreamt a little dream
Wherein he was the subject
Of an old song
Lamenting the sea.
"keep eyes on winds and tides,
Neither good, bad, right or wrong.
There's a storm ahead in the distance,
Tell the stowaways to...

Take cover.
Unless you are
On the right side
Of the fight.
But who is right?
And where is wrong?
This koan
Is easier
Said than known."

Dance while the devil sleeps
After fire comes the rain.
Look in the smoke for a signal.