No Striving

Beyond headlines

Without honours

No recognition

No Fame


A quiet stream


No Ambition

No Striving

Past all pixel desires

And those fables


Standing on a leg in the reeds


The plague of ought

Now conquered

No should

No must


No hurry

No rest

Always now

And never then


Even memory cannot echo


Not a single thought

In a teacup

No honey or lime

Only Dao


Hear the heartbeat of universe

Listen to the drum

And then dance

A solo