Dao Poems - Poems about Dao

Dao Life is but a Dao. A Dao that is unique to everyone. Dao is but a path. A path you pave, sometimes our path intertwines, but no matter how long we share, that path will eventually spit as we part ways, In search of our Purpose. Your purpose is what you find at the end...

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often times we shall miss it due to undying drive for speed quick answers what we solicit the right questions what we need there is plenty of good advice to be found in books we read wisdom gained at so little price from wise people we should heed be it Dao, Christ or Ghandi all had the same basic notion always keep the truth handy subjectify...

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The Kelty one-man tent flaps face Ritter The night is me and the Sierran darkness As no moon reflects upon the granite Cold sun touches its light upon the high peaks As mist lingers layered against the slopes I remain in my bag to await warmth A bear walks past my tent and looks in We find our own kind in...

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Decry and damn dualism, for what has it wrought? Our delusion of soul of separation and isolation, Minds endlessly abstracted by manipulating surmise Let’s start again – tabula rasa, and let us close our eyes To vanish into an emptiness – thence to emerge to the Singularity of All which is where ...

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Reaching out to infinitude when words have come to an end. Yan Yu Presence, without; the space framed but left empty. Mountains float as a fisherman ignores, wishing only for a fish to feed his family. Empty space is space for us to not ignore. We fill it with our emptiness – and together the picture paints your presence....

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Once, a wise man, not enlightened and not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde* appeared on the path. - I'll eat you, wise man! – It said. And the wise man, not enlightened and not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, burst out crying and ran off. A lesson: Don't come into the...

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There is no more car, no more home; No more boat, nor jewelry; There is no better game, no better food, No better clothes, nor finery. But there is a more and a better From which more better comes....

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... those who “no”, don’t speak… ... those who don’t “no”... can do anything… A mechanism persistent Expose machinations consistent With hidden truths… Bits of Data Access the CRUD Breaking it down into fluid roots Morphotic frame.works to reboot......

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