69 of 81, Poems from the Tao, Poetry, Spoken Word, Digital Photography and Art

[prydefoltz]

69

All weather
Is an interplay between high and low
Defined so by relation to each other
There are no true borders
There is but one sky

          

          

On its own the high is too hot
The low, frigid


The high invades the low
There is no other way
The high is not evil
The low is not good

          

          

When the low fights the high
The sky reaches down with chaos
Storms are born

When the low yields
Expands to contain the high
All becomes mild

          

          
You have no enemies
but those you fight
There are no borders
but those you imagine

Insist on no dualities
of high and low
Good and evil

Find the calm
Find the mild

          

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