Even in temples
Where residents vow never to talk,
And silence is worshiped,
There is sound.
There are songs.
There is poetry.
Memories incarnated,
Lifetimes pulled through a thousand minds,
Cadences bearing time,
Rhymes connecting life,
Stanzas stacked like the generations.
Those who follow Tao write poetry.
Read poetry.
Live poetry.
And enter Tao through its lines.
Untitled ["Even in temples"] by Deng Ming-Dao. Text as published in Everyday Tao: Living with Balance and Harmony (HarperOne, 1996).Art credit: Reblogged from this link. No other information available.
