POEM: Chasing Sages

Chasing sages down the street,

tripping to bow at their feet.

Oh no, poor soul, who’s lost his way,

his brain behind, his mind affray.

You can’t get to there from here

for it’s much worse than you fear.

Lao Tzu’s Way is closed today.

Try again when it thaws next May.

Maybe by then you’ll ‘ve seen the light,

bouncing your way from wrong to right,

feeling the weight of what you’ve heard,

having found the sound, and lost the word.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.