Reality, Time, and Dissembling Mountains
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Our thoughts create duality
Heaven and earth
Beautiful and ugly
Good and evil
From duality appears creation
Long and short define growth
The low supports the high
Dark and light define the day
Through duality we see birth
Through duality we see death
Through the Tao we find rebirth
All things come as they will
The master lets them come
She lets them go
She moulds without grasping
She doesn’t stand against creation
What she creates
She sets free to flow through eternity
Jigsaw Perception
objective
truth and rationality
nature and her elusive reality
perception distributed unequally
every solitary being given a piece
diversity only makes sense
when we come together
assemble the whole
loving picture
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(twitter link to Rumble link. We live in that kind of world; bear with me)
No two physical manifestations
Embody the Tao
Like air and water
Quenching and giving breath
By merely being present
In the beginning we were immersed
We knew no other existence
We moved as water moved
There was no one way, no another
Always at one with the Tao
Then we learnt of land
In comparison water was soft and impermanent
Land offered solid footing
With the sun above, direction
Choice, duality
We did not escape the water
We brought it with us
It lies in every cell
Much like the teachings of a kind master
Remains in the heart of his pupil
Now to air …
The softest of thing
The quietest of thing
Invisible … heard and felt only on the wind
Wielded by the hand of time
Like water, invincible
No mountain is invincible
It is a façade
With time, water, and wind
All will be made small
The master understands
Remains soft, supple, and present
With no eye to ends
Existing for the life
That surrounds and flows through her
As such greatness flows to and through her
What would be existence to dualistic beings like ourselves without a little bit of romance? So Dream a Little Dream of Me.
Mountains to Disassemble
I know we can never be
The odds are against us
The cards would never play out
Skulls and cups of sorrow
Oceans of time
Prairies to pass
Mountains to disassemble
But still, when you write me a poem
I smile and in that moment, we exist
The ocean becomes a puddle
The prairie a spring meadow
Mountains crumble, disintegrate
Time becomes a tear that falls in slow motion
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