Flow
Near Burke's Beach at Low Tide 2003
Flow to me, through me, and
Return again.
I am this water, rock, reed, this churning
Towards my own level, both above
And below.
I am all things-In my unknowing,
I am nothing when lost inside my surety.
posted by isaiah @ 1:23 PM
2 Comments:
In this beautiful poem you capture the feeling of the tide, with its flow and current, and your own non-separateness with the very water, rock, and reed. You, the drop, merges with the wave.
Delicately simple. Thank you.
"The motion of nature
is cyclic and returning.
Its way is to yield,
for to yield is to become.
All things are born of being;
being is born of non-being."
(Tao te Ching, #40)
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