Contemplating the first four chapters of the Tao Te Ching.
Nameless origins, non-action and natural order. The first nation’s humble relationship with the world comes to mind. Chickadee appears and as quickly disappears.
“… becomes one with the dusty world.”*
*Tao Te Ching, Stephen Addiss & Stanley Lombardo translation
In the exile of your absence, I remember Po Chü-i
and look for poetry in the emptiness.
Late November snow buries the garden and unfinished chores.
Tomorrow’s sun, gone from the forecast.