Always on the Path |
Poems by taobro |
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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 |
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