Wu Wei

The Chinese principle

Not forcing

Allowing natural action

Alan Watts says,

“Acting in accordance

with the field of forces

in which you find yourself.”

My mind

Is captivating

This thought

Different from

The empty beliefs

Fashioned at

A young age

Built upon

A limiting foundation

Searching and finding

Some similarity

More than

A play

On words

One of Jesus’

Clearest and

Underdeveloped sayings,

“Become like

A child.”

To truly understand

How to live

Fall back

Into a place

Where fascination

Has a

Foothold within

Playfully embracing

The present

Allowing time

To stop

Within a moment

This moment

Turning 360

In every direction

Taking in

As much

As you can see

Last night

5-year-old Gia

Running into the room,

“I have a nose.”

Shouted out

With glee

My old

Adult mind

Would say,

“So what,

It’s just

A nose.”

My more present

Childlike personhood

Saying, “Wow,

The nose

Is an

Incredible thing.”

Think about it

For a second

Without a nose,

Without smell

We miss the

Delight found

In mouth watering

Scrumptious foods

In a lover’s

Intimate musk

In the understanding

That can come

With the simplest

Of smells

Let’s learn

To embrace

The world

The one

Around us

Truly being

Weird and wild

Living strange

Are we okay

Being strange

Being a stranger?

Allowing the unknown

To draw

Us out?

Not having

It figured out

Mapped out

Planned out

Embracing the

Child-like mind

Without even

Knowing it

Just being

In that energy

I have

Recently read

About ancient ships

2000-year-old

Sea-faring

Water plows

Discovering was

Found on the sea

Worlds expanding

Gliding upon

Her fluid motion

Different sized

Sailing vessels

Stepping into

The unknown

Facing fear and death

Man and nature connecting

Working together

Effortless movement

Using the wind 

Shaping the

Discoveries found

In the unknown

Learning to

Not force

Movement forward

Rather to

Borrow upon

Her gracious gift

Imagining those

Water travelers

Sights seen

For the

First time

I’m learning

To not

Be aggressive

Or aggressively seek

The future

But yet

Not living

In non-action

Or passivity

Words

Rhythmic and alive

Writing themselves

My sea-flowing

Outer shell

Inviting them

To have

A voice

They often

Shaping me

Not me

Shaping them

A learned place

Mind meditating

As they

Pour out

Flowing into

My opening consciousness

I sit back

In awe

At what they

Are wanting

To say

Within me

Through me

Something I

Have been practicing

Starting 22

Years ago

Not knowing

I had been

Having to realize

I don’t know

What I really want

Until quiet

Then I hear

My ears

Learning to listen

To that

Still quiet voice

I’m reborn

Coming again

As a child

Allowing laughter

Surprise

Kindness

To flow openly

With the energy

Of nature Herself

RLove

2.23.20

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