Pulsing Spirit In The Maze Of Life
Rhymes and roses woven into silk paper,
Sweet language releasing odors of erudition,
Meaning and comprehension subside into stilness,
Being glows free of texture or weight!
In the fire of fight or while deeply resting,
The undercurrent of Tao infuses all things,
While lotus flowers come to life and die,
The water holds them easily beyond time!
Days may drown in fuss and confusion,
Monday, March 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: awakening,consciousness,life,spirit