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Always on the Path
Poems by taobro

Beginning Step

Always on the Path

Natural Laugh

Mrs. Ibach's Class

The Wind

A Little

Always Different

Block of Wood

Tao of Web

Tao is Staying

In the Marketplace

Enlightened!

 

 

You fell from the path

(or did you?)

Tried to feel more of life

(How would you?)

Without the strife

of modern living, not giving

in to the consuming beast

that was busily, dizzily

feasting on people like you

(and me, too.)

 

Was Lao Tzu the first

to say it?

(about the Tao)

Was he different

from you and me

(right now)

or just someone who

found his thread, amidst the jumble

of ambition, illusion, trial

(and yes, trouble).

 

Bumbling fool

he knew full well

they'd laugh

at his idea

It wouldn't sell

They'd say that he lost it

(Poor fellow!)

dumped his life

(Just tossed it)

All would be gone

as he slipped off the path

like any man

who is

Alone

(Astray)

Without agreement, achievement,

confirmation, validation, exoneration.

Missing the permission of peers

and neighbors

(who always disagree, you know)

To simply be

who he was

and to live

what he found

to be true

 

Now you can learn

from this old fool

this missing servant

whose idea

(bound for ridicule)

says be free

of the hooks

the mind binders

culture's blinders

that grab you with their tools.

(Stay awake, Bubbah)

 

Got to be bold enough

to hear birds and breezes

and inner voice and rain,

and having heard that Nature Song

once deep in your brain

to not forget

or need a fresh start,

but to stay on the Path

guided true by your heart

without tear or fear to stop you

without anything that can top your

true voice speaking to you

(loud and clear, Dear)

 

Does your heart still talk to you?

(and mine to me, too)

Do we sing the same inner song?

Are the voices of stream and bird

and TV the same

(were they all along?)

Did the marketer and great sage both

show you the real game?

Was it all the Great Tao

speaking to you now

telling you that you can't leave

the path?

(Can't do it)

and at last you can know

that you won't go anywhere but

where you belong?

 

What if it were so?

That there were no place to go?

That everything

(Everything)

is the path, and you can't slip off.

You can only know or not know

that you are the ride

and that you simply decide

minute to minute

(day by day)

whether to play in angst and greed

or wu wei and be freed.

taobro
7/16/98

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flowers and bamboo by Hsu Wei

portrait of Lao Tzu
 
   
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