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Wu Wei
A poem.
Adrift without a paddle, water swirling all around,
The river’s pull so tempting, my inner compass drowned.
Do I fight the current? Do I let it take me far?
Confusion clouds my vision, uncertainty my star.
The river flows where it wishes, without force or strain.
It yields yet stays its course, its purpose clear and plain.
Perhaps like it, I’ll travel, aligning with its flow,
Not fixed on any outcome, just gently rowing so.
I need not battle water, but glide in steady stride,
The stream and I both working, not pushing against the tide.
At times I’ll have to steer when rocks are drawing near,
And then I’ll rest again, just feel the water clear.
This dance of calm action, of acting without friction,
Brings peace that in the struggle I never found.
Now riding life’s great river, Wu Wei wisdom abound.
With skill and care, I’ll journey, my compass surely found.
