In this world
So breathtaking
And exquisitely
Beautiful
Words cannot
Describe them
Even a photograph
Provides barely a whisper
Of the truth
Words cannot
Describe them
Even a photograph
Provides barely a whisper
Of the truth
So I wonder
Am I sure to reach my goal
At the end of this valley
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
Filled with hubris
And righteousness
And anger
And cleverness
And vitriol
Was I too
Then I encountered Buddha
And the Dao, too
Aum, it says
In time
With practice
They become
The light
Sometimes the path I must follow seems
All lit up
Just for me
So that even in the darkness
I can follow The Way