Sunday, May 31, 2015

The TAO*


The TAO*

Something happened a long time ago
It came out of nowhere in what it knows
A vision it had that heard a call
Central in its doing, minutely seeing so small
It only seen of itself as a start from what it began
This of itself shall never have an end
Though it may be right where it is as it stays
But knows perfectly where it is going for this thing is the way

Dom*Colucci © 2015

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