Daoism

To Be A Wanderer

What keeps you nonstop wandering
Is you think you’ve got to be a thing

Sit down and think a little while
Do you recognize your smile?
To love yourself, you’ve got to train
That’s you right there, shining plain

Think in morning light how good
It is to wander through the wood
How nice it is to feel the stares
Of girls with long-grown colored hairs

How breathing brings a kind of joy
The kind in every happy boy
To freely, untaxed, drink the air
And blow away your dark despair

You’ll find the world loves you, too
It loves the little things you do
They don’t go noticed there and then
But sometime in a different when
They’ll blossom, bloom, and bring you joy
The universe’s karmic ploy

You see, these plots and sacred lands
Were shaped by God’s almighty hands
So if you find that you’re diseased
Or if you find yourself unpleased
Remember all things come in time
Today they’re grapes, tomorrow wine

But as things come so must they go
This is the universe’s flow
All around you, it abounds
From baby cribs to burial grounds
So don’t be sad if loved ones die
Their souls and spirits fill the sky

And through your life, as time ticks by
As moments come and as they fly
Thank yourself that you’re alive
For you are it, the Godhead. And now it is your time to thrive.

It Rains, It Shines

It rains, it shines
It’s clear sometimes
Then clouds come back
To fill the crack
The sun burst through
And every day it starts anew

Do Dead Men Speak?

Do dead men speak? Jesus certainly does. So do the ancient stoics and their cynic companions. As do Heraclitis, Plato, Bashō, Nietzsche, Lao Tzu, Aristotle and Rumi.

Their thoughts echo through time. He who embraces change will live forever through his words.

Impermanence Is Permanence

The butterflies fly
Make their way through the sky
Then they melt into puddles
Dissolve like the snow
For they know, as do I
That they cannot die
They are one and the same
With all that’s around