The wind through pines,
The river’s chant.
The Tao speaks without words
Rain falls on weeds and flower alike
The sun warms both predator and prey
Without emotion, without favorites,
the Tao remains true to its course.
All beings participate
In the universal dance
Doing what they came to do.
The Tao also does its dance
Silent, everywhere and nowhere
Impossible to understand
Words don’t help, words exhaust.
The Tao sings silent music.
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To view this post on the Heron Dance website, visit here. Information there on our upcoming journal, our new studio in Asheville, NC, and our Meetups on the use of journaling in combination with meditation in creative work and in understanding the hidden currents that determine the outcomes of our lives.
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