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The Flow Of Water Rain scrubs the earth of sins by the Mother and Father thus feeds and is fed, a tea a brew of one moment's height, blessed- deep down in the tunnels. Trolls with their toll, toil have captured the three States with a task for their forgiver. Fowl, Fool, and Fin- frozen in a misty snowfall and in the Self, a sea- Whence Light called unto Darkness, and thence you came to see. Sun came, drinking the rain for itself from tide wall and quicksand funnels sinking, in the soil and on the beach- the border of the Straits- where Sailors, where Rivers seem to run and tall dreams fall sleep before they must reach within, where secrets of the call of all- bound in the pod of a pea. The Leaves count to ten, then they turn and weep. Drops of The End begin, to Be |
Additional Notes:
Very modified form the original version which was promising, but didn't flow right- which didn't seem appropriate for the subject matter.
This poem is based in a section of the foreword of the Tao Te Ching translation I have by Gia-Fu Feng and Jane English (rather excellent names for translators of this type of work- don't you think?). It is loosely based around some sections- #8 "The highest good is like water/water gives life to the ten thousand things and does not strive/it flows in places men reject and so is like the Tao", and #25 "Being Great, it flows/It flows far away/Having gone far, it returns" and #32 "Tao in the world is like a river flowing to the sea".
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