The streams and mountains beckon this old traveler

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