60 of 81, Poems from the Tao, Poetry, Spoken Word, Digital Art and Photography
60
She has no true banks, encompasses all
Next to the Tao
A fish to its river is immense
All claimed territory is but small-fry
Look to control its movement
Or allow it to travel as nature calls
Offering aid only when flow is blocked
Trusting when the times is right
Nature sees to incarnated demise
The Tao sees to spiritual eternity
Push and pull; you create fight
Manipulate where you need not
You create confusion
Rule with a tight-fist
Strangle life
You serve the Tao
When you do little to prevent its flow
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