Heaven's Way

Heaven's way does not strive, yet it always overcomes
It does not speak, yet it responds
It is not summoned, yet it appears
It does not hurry, yet it completes everything
Tao 73

The vine creeping up my fence moves easily.
It does not shout, it shoves no other plant aside in it's ascent.
It is not discouraged when cut down, but gladly returns - only to be cut again.

As far as I can tell, it bears me no malice.
We play our roles - I cut, it grows.
The vine follows it's path, I follow mine.

I must confess, I suspect of the two of us, only I get frustrated.

dg

8/11

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