For the flood tide of tourists
Arriving on buses
Destined for Islands
And secluded beaches
Carrying their openness
And prejudice
With equal tenacity
Conscious only
Of their openness
Carrying their openness
And prejudice
With equal tenacity
Conscious only
Of their openness
While steel rails compress
Concrete ties depress
And the ground rumbles
Trembling underfoot
Burdens weigh me down
Attachments distract me
Encumbrances hold me back
She couldn’t afford
The stairway to heaven
So there it was
Floating weightless
Just beyond the reach of those
Born too low, or fallen too far
She found that sad
The world was a more beautiful place
When magical creatures danced
A shame no one else knew the magic
Until I looked through a lens
Clicked the shutter
And took the latent image home
To explore the possibilities
Breathing in
Breathing out
In the quiet
I observed
The peace
Of my mind
Of my body
All the brushes
Nature requires
To paint with stardust
On the canvas of existence
But Nature in all her ways
When left to her own devices
She paints and sculpts
Beauty undeniable
That is just the Way
The Dao, Nature’s way
Beautiful is
All that follows the Way