I remember the temple,
this route I've traveled before,
I recall the bridge as I
cross it again.
It seems the hills and
rivers have been waiting,
The flowers and willows
all are selfless now.
The field is sleek and
vivid, thin mist shines,
On soft sand, the
sunlight's color shows it's late.
All the traveler's
sorrow fades away,
What better place to
rest than this?
Traveling Again---Du Fu
No matter how long we
become distracted from the Dao, its wonders are always waiting for us with open
arms and a soft pillow to rest thy head. When the artificial world is getting
to us, we should get back to nature. Home is home and we walk a path we have
walked before so many times. Everything is waiting for us; the flowers have no
agenda. Our troubles take flight like the bird in the sky and we can be at
peace once more.
