Still River and Nameless
Nameless ( a poem in the park)
“The Tao is always Nameless”
Sometimes I think that I,
too would give up my name
to fade into the Mesh.
A rock gray Stream
sparkling through humid Air
faintly touching Ash Trees
housing hidden Cicadas
singing to one and other
winged Red Breast takes advantage of all
And I sit a nameless content witness
to the surrounding Nameless.
“The Tao is always nameless”. -Lao tsu
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beautiful.
I like the idea of fading into the Mesh…
=)
September 27, 2010 at 5:56 pm
Thanks for your comment, Samantha…
I was going for a sterile and calm mood and imagery, in this one.
Hope it worked!
September 29, 2010 at 10:58 am