Tag: Dao

a memory evening

forgotten in the sunset

burnishes copper kettles

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holding linen gloves

performing léger de main

with destiny’s child

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hidden pathways unwind

each nascent moment

ever pregnant pauses

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judge and jury mind

hears not the birdsong

resenting coming dawns

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a tear meanders lost

on a forsaken face

quenching desert lilies

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sandcastle dreams ebb

and flow, with the

incoming tides of life

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under the arch’s curve

fate shelters a while

as the earth drinks deep

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raindrops softly caress

verdant carpets drawn

on canvas fields

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watercolours paint margins

for the Soul to journey

a leather coracle in Dao

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the profound silence of ponds

hears water boatmen

tickle trout with song

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the winds play flute

a chimney blows smoke rings

beech logs in the fire

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cows chanting mantra in sheds

the prayer bell chimes

a farmer brings fresh hay

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the kestrel hovers hungry

seeing beyond horizons

keen for future dreams

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the woodcutter’s solitude

cuts axe blade sharp

through logs mundane

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spiced wine warming

the veins of golden ore

pumped only by heart

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the acrobat squirrel

crosses the swaying canyon

between century’s pylons

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semaphore trees

waving long naked fingers

in winter’s winds

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the point before mind

waits for the ripple of

a passing thought

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stardust falls silent

for those who wait

no footprints in the snow

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a match scratches a back

a hint of phosphorous

fire eases the itch of cold

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moss on the trees

hiding from sunrays

growing only aeon’s beards

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the wise old yews

cracking knuckles in the breeze

have watched millennia

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the moorhens plink

pennies in a fountain

wishing for luck at dawn

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a carrion crow plucks

a hearty breakfast

at the roadside café

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omniscience counts

each Autumn leaf

the actuary of Souls

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how does dharma teach

the fiery core of stars

only by feathers in the heart

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what lies before now

only the present sleeping

waiting for the cockerel

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what lies after now

only persistent dawns

irradiated with dew

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what lies in the now

only forever born eternal

in the womb of moment

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singing songs in the bath

no-one is watching

a child starts to walk

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as naked as spring

a flower unfolds its flag

saying only welcome

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the candle shimmers

beacons burn on the hills

eyes glisten with living love

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an owl hoots in laughter

at man’s busy lives

pondering on their shadows

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a spider’s web tense

sees the ants commute

yearning for love

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soft down in chestnut shells

beyond fish hook barbs

cradles possibility

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red holly berries

write in their font of hope

amidst the thorns

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wide empty paths

leading to the cosmic causeway

where bamboo bridges flex

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the Dao bends the reed

to fit the clarinet

and Gabriel’s oboe

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Dao tunes pianos

in the darkness of night

a quintessence is born

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a river carves Souls

whilst brooks chuckle softly

over the mossy rocks

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mayflies tickle the eddies

willows bowing humble

under azure skies

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scent carries fragrance

of lotus blossom

cherishing tender Sakurai

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a single petal floats

wafted on pillow dreams

cotton wool soothes with a tincture

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cutting carrots fine

a sliver of perfection

crisp and juicy with joy

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sliced ginger pervades

more pungent than any dawn

a newborn deer forages