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.
I carry compassion
A torch to light my way
Through the darkness of unseeing
I wield mindfulness
A blade to cut my way
Through the brambles of being
I stop
Reconnoitre
Check the maps
Consider my options
Except for some times
Breathe
Like coming up for air
In the tumult
Of crashing surf
Before the wave
Takes me under
I only have a glimpse
Of the way ahead
Through difficult terrain
Many sections of the path
Remain obscured
And the final destination
Still lies beyond
The visible horizon
But I stand here, now
Beyond so many
Impassable barriers
All along the way
No fixed destination
No long-term goal
No yellow brick road
Sometimes I feel so luminous
As if anyone
Everyone
Can see my inner light