As if we create the beauty
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
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
Insights and memories and loved ones come
But cannot fill the emptiness
A loss of self
Nearly as profound
As the loss of another
Unsaturated pastels
Hushed details
Settled sea
Slumbering land
Quiet calm
Artist and creator
Of worlds fantastic
And unimagined
By lesser gifts, as mine
Tenacious flora on the floor
Perpetual winds in the sky
Until rare torrents fall
Tumbling down the mountainsides
Muddy brown and rocky
Crisp and cold
The night air
Sounds, sharp and clear
Amplifying presence
There will be no one to mourn
Our absence
But the emptiness of time