when I set my path
I had no clue where I’m headed.
I met a Tai Chi master;
he taught me The Way.
I didn’t quite get it,
but I enjoyed it all the same.
So I stayed.
Then he passed away.
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Patience is surrender,
to this moment,
and the next,
and to the one that follows.
A place of trust,
a place of surrender;
a place of but few,
if any expectations.
I am a Judeo-Christian, Buddha-loving Taoist;
born with bleached black, yellow and red skin.
Two trees; one still adolescent, the other ancient.
I place my palm, caressing the youngling’s bark;
so smooth, yet a little cold.
May the light shine on all beings, living and inanimated;
What makes me happy?
Within me rests a treasure trove,
ever-pulsing in symphony with my heart.
Concealed and guarded by resistance,
it trembles with volcanic vigor.