Colors
blind the eye.
Sounds deafen the ear.
Flavors numb the taste.
Thoughts weaken the mind.
Desires wither the heart.
The Master observes the world
but trusts his inner vision.
He allows things to come and go.
His heart is open as the sky.
Sounds deafen the ear.
Flavors numb the taste.
Thoughts weaken the mind.
Desires wither the heart.
The Master observes the world
but trusts his inner vision.
He allows things to come and go.
His heart is open as the sky.
– Lao-tzu, Tao Te Ching, Chapter 12
Translation by S. Mitchell
In, But Not Of
In the midst of discord
Words spoken thoughtless
Another day passed
Creatures scuttle underfoot
Elsewhere, hungry bellies
Cry, unheard but for
The vultures overhead
Children of privilege hear
Lullabies from the mouths
Of jeweled parents, feeding
From cardboard and aluminum
Yet overhead, raspberry skies
Glow soft over ravaged lands
And pure alike; no color brings
Peace or happiness to those
Who know not love...
...Love sits barefoot on damp grass
Eyes closed to the bright
Cacophany of arrogant humanity
Within the heart, Love steps out
Of comfort and eternal peace,
Feeding those whose hearts
Yearn for the food the hungry
Cannot imagine, cannot understand
Until Love's hands open,
Inviting them to the feast,
Offering that one smile
In that one moment
When it is most needed
(c) 2 August 2012
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