The way things are

Tao is empty
Yet it fills every vessel with endless supply
Tao is hidden
Yet it shines into every corner

With Tao, sharp edges become smooth
Tangled knots loosen
The glaring sun is softened by a cloud
Even the dust settles into place
Tao 4

How is it
Goodness never tires
Who decided that
Wild flowers return in abundance
Even after a drought or fire

I don't know where goodness goes
when the day is done
I'm only glad - She always returns
Even if sometimes
I wonder why she tarries

dg

8/17

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