Stepping about in circles
Weaving one within another
And then another
Until dance becomes
Dancing within dance.
Now flow is known,
Wind and rain felt vividly
The pull of gravity on the hills.
Time emerging as a sphere
Radiating in every direction.
“The heavy is the root of light,”
So it’s spoken of in the Tao Te Ching:
Listening out for signs
just following what is there,
rocks awaiting their place.
Such sweet sound taste and smell,
Sweet touch too.
Opening the inner to the outer
That one may become the other –
Out at the edge.
Always will there be this bond
A thread of connection
Thinner than a hair,
Yet holding wind and trees
Clouds and rain, full canopy of leaves –
Taste remaining for tongue's memory.
Born again into landscape
Seeking every which way back to Source,
Perhaps this path
Perhaps that one-
Look!
The path is strewn with re-remembered flowers.
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