Lao-tzu at Hsien Pass

July 13, 2008

It’s half past noon. The young man says.
Voice hollow as blazing leaves.
Eyes choked with autumn sand.
Will you walk? The hour is getting late.

No, child, I will ride till
I lead this beast to the waters of Karakash.
I shall walk then. For the world is yet flat
and paradise but a corner of this earth.


See the noble man of Nod,
who found his path among
the headwaters of nameless seas.
He walks with God and is no more.

Our planes will converge:
two ladders rise, rise, rise
into the perpetual wash of sunshine—
O blessed light!

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