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I long for Tao
like a hungry baby
for his mother's breast.
Yet now that i am weaned
and cleverness reigns,
and my mind
me from the rest,
i am like a lonely parrot
trapped in a cage,
miming sounds
made by my captors,
instead of calling
for my lover.

-- Jos Stabbert, "The Tao is Tao 174
also to be posted at daily_tao on Oct. 22,2016

...like a lonely parrot
 trapped in a cage
  miming sounds
made by my captors,
  instead of calling
   for my Lover

This simile resonates with me today
what good is language, anyway?
If we use it ordinarily
to accuse each other
of lies and treachery.

It is my "captor'" tongue i speak.
I did not invent it for my purposes,
or for yours.
Can i call for my Lover in it?
I really don't know.

Perhaps silence is indeed
the only really universal language.

Equanimity, loving kindness, compassion, and joy to all.

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( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 13th, 2016 08:37 pm (UTC)
"Equanimity, loving kindness, compassion, and joy to all."

I don't know, everything is an illusion but sometimes it is very convincing, when some fella trapped in it, is threatening your relatives with a gun, I think I am very weak to think about love... but maybe about the cleaning love, the love of eternity...

Edited at 2016-10-13 08:38 pm (UTC)
Oct. 13th, 2016 10:34 pm (UTC)
Yeah, man. I hear you, I sure do!
Oct. 15th, 2016 01:18 am (UTC)
It resonates with me today, too. I have been turning over in my mind a post that might say something similar, in part. That we are each unique, not just in some way but in every way. But we conform to one another, sometimes consciously and sometimes unconsciously mimicking norms and expectations and ways of seeing the world. We learn how to act and what to think by copying people around us, and in the process we disguise and even deform our real unique selves. I am learning, in solitude (alone with my Lover) to speak my own language. My Lover is teaching it to me, and teaching me to un-learn the language of my captors.

I love you, Brother.
Oct. 16th, 2016 03:09 am (UTC)
Yes, thank you.
i love you, sister.
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