Poem
Then he sees there are factors four
Not just three that he thought before
There is a 4th Factor he knows
That controls all results, it clearly shows
Despite man doing his very best,
He can’t understand what is the test
Till nally the 4th Factor he knows
He surrenders, he accepts, with it he goes
Why is it that we try but cry?
It did not happen, we question the sky
We do not understand how this Power acts
What are the laws, what are the facts?
The 4th Factor is a Power, of course
But how it works, nobody knows
The only way to live with it
Is to trust, to accept, to surrender to it
This Power is not ordinary, that we know
It’s the Cosmic Power that runs the show
With it the world goes round and round
And there is justice on the ground
We are helpless puppets in fact
Without it, we are nothing in the act
It is the Director that produced this show
We just come and then we go