Lao Tzu’s words can be pretty difficult to wrap a Western, science-educated mind around (my own struggle is continuous), beginning with understanding the term “the Tao” itself.
Lao Tzu’s words can be pretty difficult to wrap a Western, science-educated mind around (my own struggle is continuous), beginning with understanding the term “the Tao” itself.
In the day
This hulking grey
With windows dark
And broken glass
At night transforms
Bathed in warmth
A dinosaur preserve
In translucent amber
But there it is
The little jiggle
In the capturing moment
Where the house light doubles
Only I will notice, too
The crescent moved
As did the evening star
And the clouds
I stayed
For the kindness
And the deep deep grow
Progressive
Political
Psychedelic
Spiritual
Or is the world
Just as it is
And all the fractures and facets
All the breakage and breaking
Just me?
Until the gloom rolls in
And I see the distant lights
Across the unbridged gap
Understanding at last
The vulnerability
Of this small Islet of Me
Amiss in a vast
And lonely sea
Out of inspiration
Time and photographs exhausted
Post due on the morrow
At a favourite pull-out
Setting up sticks and cam
While the light fails
Utterly