Tao Te Ching #45, Ice Cream

Ocean, water vapor, cloud, rain,

grass, cow, milk, ice cream.


All are part of the other.

None are without the other,

except in name.


Mishka, Francois, Arlene, Jose,

Alberto, Lao, Jagathi, Roy,

Simon, Ki, Marisol, Christy.


Deliver us from the evil

of not-knowing

where ice cream comes from.

Tao Te Ching #44: Stop

To breathe, one must stop talking.

To listen, one must stop hearing.

To see, one must stop looking.

And to be still, one must stop.

Just stop.

If you bend over to pick up

one more thing,

there will come that final thing which

causes you to fall down.

You will be able to rise again

only by letting go.

Do so, and live.

Hang on, and you will die rich.

You’ll be dead,  with stuff.

Tao Te Ching #42, Attachment

I know something of the Buddha;

that means I know very little.

I am very knowledgeable about the Christ;

which means I know almost nothing.

The more I know

the less I understand

and that is the way it must be-

it is the way that the universe moves,

It is the way I learned to walk,

it is the way the moon caresses

the oceans;

and it is the only way I know to pray.

What I know, I become attached to.

And attachment ends movement.

What I am free of, I can be curious about:

I can learn more, seek more,

love more.

Tao Te Ching #41, Laughter

Beyond the colors of visible light,

beyond the sources of invisible light,


there is the source of all laughter.


It is the absurdity of not-knowing,

the unbelievability of that which has never

been believed before.

It is the wordless exclamation of

recognition which comes before understanding,

and of discovery which comes before expectation.


It is the sound that follows the statement,

“There are a hundred billion galaxies

each with a hundred billion stars,”

or which resounds when

the dog sticks his nose in a bowl of ice cream

and sneezes in your face.


Same laughter. Same source.

Same sound. Same resounding.

Tao Te Chingh #39, Discordancy

As Hafiz writes:

the sun has never said to the earth,

“You owe me.”


In perfect acceptance and

infinite balance, they are:

together, separate but one.


To upset that balance

is to contend with toxic oceans

and melting nuclear reactors

1, 2, 3, 4..


Whimpers of the end

are echoing and the

bills we have hidden beneath

piles of plastic

are due.


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Tao Te Ching #38, Veneer

The motions of faith-
and rite

are indicators of chaos,
soon to come.
When they mean nothing
but words (growing thin),
the words (even thinner now)
become someone’s property.

That’s when forts are built
and trenches are dug
and bastions are fortified.
That’s when truth becomes stagnant
and must be enforced,
rather than accepted,
because it stinks.

That is also the time, though.
for those
with eyes that can see
and ears that can hear
that there may be perceived
(look hard, breathe deeply)

the beginnings of everything new.

Tao Te Ching #37, no Desire

Sitting beside an early-springtime lake,

the wind in my face is still a bit chilly

and the shore plants- reeds and grasses-

are now barely beginning green.


I try to imagine  what it would be like

to watch this lakeside world


I was the only one doing so.

To watch with

no anticipation nor anxiety but my own,

no memory nor regret

no lies

and no truths.

I would

(I also imagine)

hear only the unending echo of

“I Am.”

without Desire.

only Attraction.

and in some green-leafy,

insect-clicking, cloud-rolling


a very real Love.

Tao Te Ching #36, Holy Ground

We are standing on Holy Ground.

At other times, the earth falls away:
beams fall, mountains burn,
and water levels all that remains.

Yet, it begins anew
and green sprouts appear, then trees
and fruits and then-
against all odds-
fish begin to walk.

One day, eons later, Holy Ground
will be proclaimed,
sung about,
and stood upon