A Lao Tzu Project:
Everything we look for
behind our backs or in dusty
corners is always waiting like a
birthday surprise, or a memory.
A single glass bead, fallen
from its broken carnival chain,
stepped upon, tripped over,
kicked behind the back into a
cranny amongst the dust bunnies.
In the search for what is lost
we tend to tangle ourselves
into slap-stick webs in order to
trip ourselves into miracles.
We even take hope from rubbing
noses with near death experience,
or even drugs, alcohol and other
petty methods of destruction.
But struggling in fear to find a way,
we lose ourselves even further.
Until in despair, in dread,
the search is abandoned.
In exhaustion and abandoment, the
desire to be found loses its strangle
hold, breaks its bones and fingers
upon the lies we have told ourselves.
Then, in our darkness within the
darkness, we are suddenly found
by that which we no longer seek.
- ã don brennan Tao Ch. 1
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