Poetic response to Lao Tzu, Chapter 2
THESE ORDINARY THINGS
These things which each day
run circles in our minds
create phenomenal performances,
using the brain for a stage.
Doing pirouettes, leaping higher
than air, thick or thin, they don’t
seem to care.
Attempting to drift like rose petals
in a storm, using our astonished
eyes all the while as spotlights.
Dipping low as rainfall
seeking its own level.
Twirling near, then far in
effortless pas de deux.
Yet their incessant drama seems
incomprehensible, beyond our reach.
These ordinary things are short as
time, and just as long; both right and
wrong, like harmony and song.
Still we pursue their meanings until
we stumble upon some ancient truth,
claiming victory with a gasp,
yet running last.
- don brennan Tao Ch. 2
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