37 of 81, Poems from the Tao, Poetry
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The caterpillar to the butterfly
So the ego-bound to the master
The butterfly cannot take to the clouds
With heavy wings
It does not gain its colour
Without first knowing the black
You abort its heights
By grasping at its powdered flight
...
The butterfly has no interest in decay
Choosing flowers from which to nurse
The stench of decay fades given air
So it is with the ego, the internal foe
Stay still and remain gentle
In time the butterfly will land
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37 of 81 is copyright Pryde Foltz. It was originally published in 81, Poems from the Tao.
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Nice ;)
Glad you liked. Thank you, Paul:)
When the light and the shadow unite
and the day becomes the night
and the night becomes the day
then the blind will see
that these are both part of the whole
of things, but not
exactly the same.
It is sort of like the ebb and the flow
in the Tao Te Ching.
Lovely words, May:) Thank you:)
Beautiful, like everything you do.
So kind. Thank you, Cordero:)
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Thank you, May:)
Awesome 🤓
Thank you, Moon:)
love Lao Tzu and the summer we spent together :)
Thank you, John:) Wise words age very well:)