The streams and mountains beckon this old traveler
The ancient tree outside my window stirs in the wind
Moon, stars, sky
The master teaches us
Suchness and goal lessness
One realizes that
All are different, all are the same
The flowers wither in the heat of this spring
14 degrees hotter than usual
Inside is the only refuge
Away from the heat
Whats on the shelf? an old copy of the tao te ching
It doesn’t collect dust, it is well used
Nothing compares to the wisdom of the Old Sage
The Tao gives birth to the countless worlds
While I quietly write this poem
Nathan Jeffery