I turn to the Tao to orchestrate
When I am seduced, beguiled, bewitched
When I sense an electrical impulse running upwards from my fingertips
When my urgency to connect vibrates and sizzles
When cymbals clash in my mind
As I long to clash into your body
Have it all now, a colossal drum roll
But then it is over and we have peaked before my energy has dimmed
When I should be satisfied and ready to float off to afterglow
I find myself awake and unmoving as you sleep by my side
The Tao reminds me to open slowly
Softly teasing kisses as we tune in to each other’s lyrics
Of this day and times in the past when we did not know each other
Using fingertips we feather touch the places that respond
You blow softly across the reed to hear its soulful tone
I stiffen the instrument with the moisture from my tongue
We feel the rhythm change with the pulse of our movements
Improvisation takes us to places where we may get lost
Where the harmony merges with the beat
In sync with the Tao
We can take this air of spontaneous inspiration
From a one-movement rhapsody
To a full blown symphony
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The rhythm within
when we dive in.
It takes so much courage to jump:
To believe that Beauty is not another illusion,
like just about everything else we were taught
matters:
“justice” or “peace” or
even “truth”.
Only in Tao’s endless formless rhythmic pulsation is there any of these “things”,
these words we idolize.
I have often thought that the solution to the problem of
not understanding, standing under,
the tao is all these words words.
Ah but we need words.
Yeah, but these words suck! I would eschew them if I could!
(wait. What if we put “ing” after ever word?)
Beauty-ing, justicing, truthing.
Awkward, but what the heck.
“My Tao knows the rhythming of loving
Pulling us toward a flowering
An impulsing that thrills
As we reach to smelling
Its illusive scenting”
Hm……………………………………………xo
I try every day.. this was gorgeous..
HUGGGGGGGG
I see this Tao today as a hymm accompanying two beautiful souls to their destiny... eternity.
-R-
-R-
may lovers never want for a swim
in the ocean of bliss;
apart, they will always moan for each other and
yearn for passion thick and soft.
If such rapture is nevernomore, and it will
come to that, may the lovers be consoled by
the eternal beauty of which you embrace
in your own being.
Is joyfully reflected
In the beloved’s eyes"......so nice.
Always a pleasure to read your poetry, RP. Thank you.
daylight come and me ....
The rising and setting of the sun and moon
Rated D
You capture such a wordless world with lovely notes that describe so well...
seeking that natural flow ... your taos, poetry and personal wishes
are healing to my spirit and i continue to read you and thank you ...
Lew