Being the Way

"When nothing is done,
nothing is left undone."
- Lao-tzu


A pale moment breathes
an unvoiced song-
eternally repeating itself,
eternally renewed.

Formless as the sky,
light within light
whistles through the trees
filling earth’s chalice-
the emptiness inside
is all there is
of everything.

You look for it
there is nothing to see;
you listen for it
there is nothing to hear.
Draw near,
there is no shape;
observe it,
there is no ending.
When you use it,
it is inexhaustible.

You can't know it,
you can only be it.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2010

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hedistuff
we are as an atom in a speck of dust poised on the head of a pin...and just that significant. so, and thusly, little we think, say, or do, will matter. but...we are conscious (maybe), and we are each our own universe. so...we are free. I enjoy this...a lot.
Ladybee42
this is the kind of poem you could ponder for an eternity..applause
agoodguy2have
" light whistles through the trees" ... cool.
jazzy75
Excllent writing and being the Tao! wave
gnj4u
Hi, mmichaelm,
When nothing is done, everything is left undone...the emptiness inside is all there is of everything. Interesting play between form and formless. Thank you for sharing.
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