The supreme good is like water,
which nourishes all things without trying to.
It is content with the low places that people disdain.
Thus it is like the Tao.
In dwelling, live close to the ground.
In thinking, keep to the simple.
In conflict, be fair and generous.
In governing, don't try to control.
In work, do what you enjoy.
In family life, be completely present.
When you are content to be simply yourself
and don't compare or compete,
everybody will respect you.
from the tao te ching by lau tzu, translated by stephen mitchell
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- Miich
- i thank You God for most this amazing/ day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees/ and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything/ which is natural which is infinite which is yes -ee cummings
2 comments:
i love this.
Blessings:
If you come to visit my site, I promise not to watch or wave at you (I say this because I get the feeling from your older post that you are afraid of clowns...LOL).
I'll leave you with a small taste of what I call a "Poetic Idea".
Lonely Tears
Half-sitting, half-laying
His hat in the street
A few coins twinkle there
Nearby, a drummers beat.
His eyes barely open
For what's there to see
A businessman passes
Throws two quarters, maybe three.
Out of guilt or compassion
I'd say the former not the latter
For his eyes never left his watch
As though he doesn't even matter.
But the old man doesn't care
He's already learned how to cope
What he really requires
Is for us to give him hope.
A bard in me, I say to you
You that cannot see his pain
For it does indeed show itself
Time and time again.
If you peer closely
At the corner of his eye
Ah, but first you must sit a spell
And let the sun creep through the sky.
Until time then rewards
It now begins to swell
A lone tiny tear
Has finally climbed the well.
Slowly it builds
Its journey long
Vibrating in rhythm
To the drummers song.
It finally falls
Sliding over the cheek
Pounding through the stubble
Gliding where it's sleek.
Hanging from the chin
Posing in its singularity
And showing all
In utmost clarity.
Only a man
With a broken heart
Cries with
Lonely tears.
your humble servant,
ancient clown
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