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

 

Enough