can you recall
the last time a flower said hello?
did you stop to listen
or ignore its teachings?
either way
the cycle of life
yin and yang
cyclical unfolding
this infinite happening
in the notes of a strawberry
who are you without tomorrow
who are you without yesterday
who are you without your face
now decay
drop your time
walking to the wind
bends the incomplete
bird sings the path to be
now
look at your skin and thank your sun
it constructs you here
feel the near
what do you hear?
let it in
now let it go
so you'll have know idea the places you'll go
mind opening
the gateless gate
bend straight
and the preordained dance decay
for the love of life
stop swimming in the sea
of forced reality
everywhere everything
creativity creates the day
in continuous flow
of expression
constant is change
now bee
be free as the infinite going
happening breath of stillness
from which all change contained
the way
bends to the wind blow
requires the let go
of the think I know
the way
look in the eye of a passerby
light finds the web of dreams
delicate strand tethered
between skin seams
then breathe
each other in
try to put a stream in a bucket
try to put the wind in a bag
try to put yourself in a box
and call it a house
dust clings to sweat
feet cling to earth
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