Poems About Taoism by Top Critiquers
#Taoism
The Singing Bowl
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#Buddhist
#spiritual
#philosophical
#metaphor
#Taoism
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Oh Man...
You are above the clouds
We will ascend higher as I tell you a story
The melanin content, the untold truth found in the slaughter of the Moorish purgatory
The greatness in your bones
From the Roman Empire, the Vikings, the Quakers, the Puritans
Your ancestry of the Yoruba Gods and Goddesses, are awakening their songs
The regal component of your genetic DNA is preordainment as it lay dormant
#WOKE is not of them forgetting, it is in celebration for you now to remember
The hue of the rainbow is arched all of its origin...
We will ascend higher as I tell you a story
The melanin content, the untold truth found in the slaughter of the Moorish purgatory
The greatness in your bones
From the Roman Empire, the Vikings, the Quakers, the Puritans
Your ancestry of the Yoruba Gods and Goddesses, are awakening their songs
The regal component of your genetic DNA is preordainment as it lay dormant
#WOKE is not of them forgetting, it is in celebration for you now to remember
The hue of the rainbow is arched all of its origin...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#Taoism
#philosophical
#culture
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Bookmarks & innuendo
a swallow leaves as pages of palm trees brown.
hardly drinking, the sopping fish
no longer around.
It’s winter now upon subtle grounds
and swallowing difficult when one has that
itch and feel that we might be missing something.
Bookmarked the uncertainty, the mainstay
we do despite the weather,
friends are left behind. Invite to come along
creates a journey of slow to no growth
and hence to feather in between the pages.
Still
There’s the climate and climate change ----
Relationships,
reciprocal...
hardly drinking, the sopping fish
no longer around.
It’s winter now upon subtle grounds
and swallowing difficult when one has that
itch and feel that we might be missing something.
Bookmarked the uncertainty, the mainstay
we do despite the weather,
friends are left behind. Invite to come along
creates a journey of slow to no growth
and hence to feather in between the pages.
Still
There’s the climate and climate change ----
Relationships,
reciprocal...
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#Taoism #philosophical
#Taoism #philosophical
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balance
cold
morning
hot
coffee
yin
yang
morning
hot
coffee
yin
yang
#Taoism
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The Tao of Balanced Light
The moment
subdivides itself
into a roving speculation.
Is this
the past revisiting us?
Is this
the future
in its pre-apprehensional haste
to make a stand?
Déjà vu
sits like a spinning top
tip tiding left and right,
forward and backwards,
balancing
as it falls
into a centrifuge
of wobbling hope.
And yet,
the Tao,
present in its persistence,
angles not
the more
than a staggering simplicity:
Her nape ascends
into a chasm,
and that repeats
above and...
subdivides itself
into a roving speculation.
Is this
the past revisiting us?
Is this
the future
in its pre-apprehensional haste
to make a stand?
Déjà vu
sits like a spinning top
tip tiding left and right,
forward and backwards,
balancing
as it falls
into a centrifuge
of wobbling hope.
And yet,
the Tao,
present in its persistence,
angles not
the more
than a staggering simplicity:
Her nape ascends
into a chasm,
and that repeats
above and...
#erotic
#Taoism
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The Takla Makan Mystic (a story from the infancy of my prose writing)
The Takla Makan Mystic
(a story from the infancy of my prose writing)
The warm dry air and burning yellow sands stretched out to the horizon. The sand dunes had exquisite forms and ripples and dust devils swirled about this harsh brutal land.
The train pushed ahead and Gesar thought about home. Back home, far away from the desolate Takla Makan desert, was a land of rolling green mountains and mists with the Yangtze cutting deep gorges. There, panda bears lived high up in the forest of bamboo and eucalyptus. There it was peaceful in some...
(a story from the infancy of my prose writing)
The warm dry air and burning yellow sands stretched out to the horizon. The sand dunes had exquisite forms and ripples and dust devils swirled about this harsh brutal land.
The train pushed ahead and Gesar thought about home. Back home, far away from the desolate Takla Makan desert, was a land of rolling green mountains and mists with the Yangtze cutting deep gorges. There, panda bears lived high up in the forest of bamboo and eucalyptus. There it was peaceful in some...
#religion
#Buddhist
#Taoism #freedom
#Taoism #freedom
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