August 5th, 2016

The Tao is Tao (96)



                                                  I see my reflection
                                               every particle of dust. 
                                      Even the mountain has my face.
                                         The bird ruffles my feathers
                                       and the spider spins my web.
                    Who can sense the loneliness of a parrot in a cage?
                            Who can feel the  slow passion of a snail?
                      Only the true sage in total harmony with the Tao.

                                                                                  --Jos Stabbert