Short Taoism Poems

Compared with vast sea, water from elsewhere is nothing,
And only the clouds of Wushan are true clouds touching.
I don‘t even have the mood to look at the flowers in view,
Partly because of practicing Taoism and  partly of you.
(Tran.)...

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I wonder why 
we fight
among us
with delusion 
of grandeur!

God is an 
Octopus,
a formidable 
ramified power.

Buddhism
Christianity
Hinduism
Islam
Judaism
Sikhism
Taoism
and 
Zoroastrianism
are His
long appended 
arms
with which
He controls
our life on the 
earth.

Why should we 
fight!...

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I consult the I Ching with a question
Only I myself will ask.
Giving Taoism my full attention
Three pennies I will cast.
Six casts in all will yield a hexagram
Chance determines each line.
The bottom three shows plainly who I am
The top three will divine.
Depending on the hexagram result
In it lies a message.
The book of changes I must now consult
Determines the presage.

Wind followed by wind
Is self-realization
One continuum....

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Flitting's like floating
only with 
the least amount
and most
ineffectual
intention.

Intention
without
clarity
without
conviction
without
direction
without
without.

Each waft
a contravention.

Somersault of
summer
butterflies,
but better:
butterflits...

Plummer salts
of Winter,
snowfalls
but better:
snowflits...

Though flitting's 
altogether fitting
if near-enough
to Surrender
is your kind of
Splendor....

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Said flowing River
to glowing Mountain

What warms deepest
Thou cannot see
from sacred heights
of eternity

Robustly responds
growing Mountain Here
to deeply embedded River Now

What spills widest
shared compassion
Thou must deeply feel
to reconsider Integrity's warm
boundlessly reflective faces,
Earth bound graces

Said Father Sun's light
radiantly bright
when not in Mother Earth's
dualdark shadow night

Empowering shivered
quivered sacred passions....

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My stone home
is unchanged by rains.

My stone home 
does not
rustle and ruffle in every breeze.

My stone home 
won't ever fall to flame.

This is a saddening
for me.

For I won't see it change.

The valley is built with bamboo homes.
And thatchings.
And each will come to pass,
as things do.

But my stone home
won't see such change
in a span of time that
I will live to learn from.

My stone home
teaches too slowly
for this dim student.


And so, a cup of tea......

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