Finding Your Way

Finding Your Way On the beach are grains of sand, one will be of pure gold, but you cannot see it. In the field are stalks of grain, one is a perfect mutant, but you cannot find it. At yeshiva there is a learned child, smarter than the teachers, but they cannot recognize it. In the world there is reason to hope, the surface is all despair, but you cannot sense it. Inside you is happiness. You know not how to navigate, but you can find the path. See it, find it, recognize it, sense it, Only then you are on your way.