August 5th, 2016

The Tao is Tao (96)

#96





                                                              96

                                                  I see my reflection
                                                              in
                                               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