The World is Fading 


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The World is Fading

Writing is thinking on paper
Poetry is music on air
Someday I’ll know how not to be a fool
Not to be attached and insist
For beyond teachings, I’ve learned

Tenderness, and beyond hurt
I’ve learned compassion
Until my heart became clear

And I was resolved to peace
Attuned to soul
Surrendered to spirit
I need to give up what
No longer works and take up new

Ways of being that keep us close
To what matters, like divinity
Writing is thinking in narratives

Poetry is communion with the infinite
The poet has enough flowers
To doze in dream worlds
My poems are not poems
They are how I speak to nature.

Treatise on the Tao


96

Life is a series of natural
Spontaneous changes, don’t resist them
Let reality be reality
Let things flow naturally

Forward in whatever way they like
That is contentment, that is
Non-attachment, that is natural joy
When you realize there is nothing lacking

The Whole world belongs to you
The entire Universe applies to you
Then you are most truly yourself
With nobody to compete with

But an indwelling spark to nourish
And to nourish it in others
In thinking, keep to the simple
In work, do what you enjoy

In family, be completely present.
Simplicity, patience and compassion
These remain, after all control
Has been relinquished, living

Is an organic feature of existence
If you realize that all things change
There is nothing you will try to hold on to
Possession is an illusion, we are but spirits

Roaming from one world to the next
A journey of light-years, must begin
With a single look into the Sun.