Poem · January 1, 2014
Tao
I rejoice in the pathand the tao along it –shifting visible directionand relentless force towardthe wholesome and its harmony.The instruction points tostages that unfold and develop,surely moving to repeatGod’s and nature’s patterns.Who knew there were such patterns?Yet the teachings originatefar back and long ago.Dharma, logos, truthalso delineate our repeated foolishnessand corruption.Let’s see, now,which should we choose?We could just be dumbAnd cause more trouble.Or maybe not.