37 of 81, Poems from the Tao, Poetry

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This is the power of the soft and subtle

The caterpillar to the butterfly
So the ego-bound to the master

The butterfly cannot take to the clouds
With heavy wings

It does not gain its colour
Without first knowing the black

You abort its heights
By grasping at its powdered flight

...

The butterfly has no interest in decay
Choosing flowers from which to nurse

The stench of decay fades given air
So it is with the ego, the internal foe

Stay still and remain gentle
In time the butterfly will land

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Nice ;)

Glad you liked. Thank you, Paul:)

When the light and the shadow unite
and the day becomes the night
and the night becomes the day
then the blind will see
that these are both part of the whole
of things, but not
exactly the same.
It is sort of like the ebb and the flow
in the Tao Te Ching.

Lovely words, May:) Thank you:)

Beautiful, like everything you do.

So kind. Thank you, Cordero:)

👏🦋

Thank you, May:)

Awesome 🤓

Thank you, Moon:)

love Lao Tzu and the summer we spent together :)

Thank you, John:) Wise words age very well:)