August 22, 2014

A Poem

The view from my house in the Mount

Wellington Range, Hobart, Tasmania


The walls of cool mist,
dance with the morning sun.
Far off the birds sing and call,
riding the early morning breeze.
Soon the mountains are crisp and clear
in the newness of dawn.
All thoughts of this world, vanish in nature's breast.

All is one with the Dao.

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