The Four Paradoxes Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

To win, we must first let go,
Give up our will, begin to grow.
A letting go, a mighty stand,
To find the strength we understand.

We give what we have, with open hand,
To keep the gifts across the land.
The more we share, the more we gain,
A loving bond that eases pain.

To heal the hurt, the deep despair,
We face the pain we cannot bear.
Through trials faced, we start to mend,
A broken spirit starts to transcend.

We die to old ways, a life gone by,
To wake anew beneath the sky.
A transformation, deep and true,
A brand new dawn, for me and you.