Standing at the edges of a bamboo forest,
(primordial forests of green shooting, sun-reaching stalks)
Standing quietly..
Tilt your ears and wait for the updrafting breezes
There. Hear it?
The opening chords of the universal symphony.
Now, listen again
and hear the world’s children
in cacophonous crying out
for
justice, something to eat, a drink of clean water
and the fiery love of a healthy mother’s eyes.
It is a single symphony, a serendipitous song,
but one encumbered and overwhelmed
too often
by the sounds of
well-fed men, and silk-sated women
wanting more of that for which they have no need.
In the deepest music of the earth
are the true things:
unwritten, resounding, and sun-reaching..
David B.Weber, 2011
The First Morning 
I began these reactions to the Tao at the beginning of the year. I was interrupted by a major move, Australia, a grandson, goodbyes, hellos, and an injured leg. I am home again..there are 22 more to be completed by the end of the year.
is there compassion for the well fed & well dressed wanters of more than they need?
There must be compassion, Elise..for all who miss the JOY of giving/ giving up, as well as those who are in need. At this point in history, we are all in need in of renewal, of new breath. We are up against the machines that keep us dissatisfied with what we have and which attempt to turn all of us into consumers of more and more at the expense, if necessary of those with less and less..