October 22nd, 2016

The Tao Is Tao (174)

#174





                                                             174

                                                      I long for Tao
                                                  like a hungry baby
                                              for his mother's breast.
                                          Yet now that i am weaned
                                             and cleverness reigns,
                                                    and my mind
                                                          isolates
                                                 me from the rest, 
                                            i am like a lonely parrot
                                                trapped in a cage,
                                                  miming sounds
                                              made by my captors,
                                                 instead of calling
                                                    for my lover.

                                                                  -- Jos Stabbert