At dawn, Country in Time of Peace, meets me
Beside the lotus near the lake canteen,
Where pools of water greet the Southern Sea,
Along the mountain shroud of grey and green.
—
While heavy air endeavors to dissuade,
Trees' hanging vines veil both sides of the street.
Through misty tunnel, one direction laid.
So swimming on, two shallow voices meet.
—
We enter into gardens most serene.
From the pagoda, watch the Koi commune—
Rain drops conspire to obscure the scene.
He speaks reflections of an ageless moon.
—
The morning meets my gaze and breaks away,
And each turns towards the Tao a different way.
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Samantha Joy
Connection though communication is my dearest calling, and it takes many forms- as an artist, writer, photographer, linguist and storyteller.
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