Knowing, like water, it can only go
Where the landscape allows it
Water will not run uphill
It will not run fast across a plain
It will not run at all
Where no rain falls
Water will not run uphill
It will not run fast across a plain
It will not run at all
Where no rain falls
Were I to climb out
Upon this leafless bough
Would I be
Of Lilliputian dimension
Is this the dawn of time?
Or apocalypse?
The beginning of life?
Or the end of it?
The misty grey
Becomes a canvas
On which I create worlds
One from Earth
One from Sky
Depositing, Depositing, Depositing
On mounds and terraces
The beautiful stuff of Earth
Cools, solidifies, colours
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
Water comes from Earth
Builds the land
Deposits micro canyons