Tao Poem by Robert F Estrada

Man is a disciple of self expression
sitting in his dormant domicile, imbibing shun
their he ponders amidst a palace exile
inducing an ancient mind game
with the children of the island

Here the master observes
passive captivity
He and his best students
contemplate critically
Astrologically
Naturally

A sibling blade is invisible
in fields of token grass
pugnacity long outlawed
at the futility of war
they outwardly laugh

Earth is a tense bomb
dangling upon the compassing dirk
Tao is my master
an asylum for the renegades of truth
the tenants of war
tighten their noose
The master floats
confident in his lazy wisdom
Stoics absolved of all they covet
the doctrines of purity
of absolute attainment

self reliance within thyself
salutations and beyond
shatter the need for subversive control
jettison material wealth
enter new
more rewarding bonds