Pure love, pure earth and stillness,
Sitting on a rock beside the shore,
The movement outside turns to stone,
Inside all his hum dried,
The years flicker like light,
strung out in between wave and particle…
here lies the Tao,
the Universe in microcosm,
The stiller the mind,
the faster you understand,
Movement lies in synergy
internal peace external velocity.
And in the true Union,
heart and soul entwined,
Two become one
creating the holy trinity,
You, me and Us.
The firmament is rent asunder,
when this holy trinity becomes one again.
The you and us lost forever,
The Me searches for a new reality…
But even as still as that rock beside the sea,
I have lost the art of conjuring.
My fingers weak with rhuematism
no longer obey the old rules…
And frustration denies the required stillness.
My Tau flickers out of sight and mind.