Poetry About Daoism

Water takes the shape the valley offers. It passes stone by yielding, not surrender. The pine bends lower under winter snow. An empty bowl becomes useful through its space. I loosen my grip on the chosen road. The way appears when forcing falls quiet.

The scene turns slowly in another light. The pine bends lower under winter snow. Edges soften while the question sharpens. I loosen my grip on the chosen road. Nothing is solved by looking away. The way appears when forcing falls quiet.

Water takes the shape the valley offers. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. The pine bends lower under winter snow. It returns us to the Dao, balance, simplicity, nature, non-forcing, change, and wisdom found in yielding. I loosen my grip on the chosen road. The day continues with a more attentive heart.