A collection of Poetry Vol. 1

Intangible

Illusive

Once gone it can never be seized
Once felt it can never be shaken
To give it up is to die
To cling to it is to waver
Its intangible beauty is so
The ten thousand things manifest
And there is beauty in the world

To live a day is more than enough
To live a million is far too much
Once this is achieved, peace
Settles in.

In the heart of a storm, there is peace
On the outside rubble start to cling.
These appear different in nature.
Yet has the same root.
How is this so? When one can find clarity
In the rubble what is there to do?

Once experienced you quake. How come?
What is left. Is it not wiser to go with
It?
Once had, it disappears. Once grasped it falls
Like sand beneath your fingers.
The Tao is elusive.

The way is Clear

When cried it appears
When disturbed it disappears
Once settled it remains
Removing it dissolves

Its beauty was such
Now it is a plaster
Splattered over a stern  surface
It hardens

Aware, like the deer
In sleeping tranquility like the trees
Indefinable as existence itself
Indescribable as a winters mist
Fallen it shelters
Rising it provokes
Virtue arises and man becomes silent
Tao arises and man turns joyful
The way is clear and passage is possible.

Loaded.

Loaded like a catapult ready to sting
Floating like a branch gently swooning.
Stirring like ice about to crack.
Hardened like resin, unyielding like rocks.

Dancing like the flames of the sun.
Ebbing like the waves of the stormy sea.
Creaking like the river spreading.
Possessed like demons, forever entwined.

Illusions

What makes a man a man?
What makes a woman a woman?
Is it so? I do not know.

In a landslide, I am... distraught.
Depressed. Hollow. Infinite.
What Illusions do I bear?
How can I come to know?

Am I a fool for asking this?
Cleverer men than me would sharpen
Their minds like pikes.
Hastening their responses though
And be quick to judge.

But is this not against the way of tao?
To follow, to give oneself over to the way
To rejoice in the unknown.

To clash like the waves of the sea. Against the hollow
Sand covered shore. Without hesitation? Freely?
What illusions do I Indeed bear?
The way of tao seems clouded.