First Entry

…learning as we go … you and I. Apologies if these first forays are a bit bumpy.

The Watercourse Way

The Way cannot be told,

Lao Tsu told, said only in simile

and only as Yang –

one true metaphor.

The Way, the is-ness, of things

“is” as water flows.

Water flows in one direction:

Its direction.

Paints but leaves no trace.

A mind of its own

never does not ever think

inquiring minds want.

With no intent, wanders.

Searches but finds not,

finds but does not use,

knows no thing, knows everything.

Silent, always speaking.

Tone deaf, it creates symphonies.

Illiterate, writes perfect Haiku

and novels Swedes translate to gold.

To name this Way – its name is Tao –

is Yang's great temptation,

to put into a box that for which

there is no box. To stand under

that which cannot be understood.

Always learning teaching

the waves of life's winds.

North Star, Southern Cross.

The lad was full of metaphor.

We, ourselves, I myself

a metaphor.

Walking.

JB