Dream Lao Tzu

dream Lao Tzu
appearance of things
bitter water
achieving unity
need to go
interpretation of the Tao
reminder of the sea
poems in the tambour
militant monk

     dream Lao Tzu
poetry is a description of experiences ...
as detailed as possible
with details in the form of words, gestures and
thoughts
with loss of meaning and scattering
items
………………
like Lao Tzu:
“Once I saw myself in a dream,
butterfly”
 
     appearance of things
dont create anything...
right - repeat guitar moves,
lucky finds of people rock
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Truth appears when for it
a million will die!
and things - when the geeks give them names,
a combination of icons like ))):@***
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“The road appears when it is trodden” / Lao Tzu
 
     bitter water
all that can be done is
indicate the path
the basics of transforming things...
everyone should have a drink
this bitter blues water
to tell:
“I am transparently tasteless” / Lao Tzu

     achieving unity
“yes” is a restriction, and “no” is an exception ...,
and therefore silently
pass around the skeins
to achieve absolute unity,
practical freedom,
eluding philosophers
……………………….
“I am alone” / Lao Tzu

     need to go
     wandering wearily / Lao Tzu
truth is in every inarticulate
exclamation,
in any meaningless remark
or when the old man stumbles...
It's enough…
……………
... I rest at stops
from having to go and go,
because
“Ordinary people peer" / Lao Tzu

     interpretation of the Tao
     here is patience, here is flickering...
     here is the darkness, here is the darkness / Lao Tzu
... and in the core - Love,
which
born in silence, in serenity
how
spontaneous natural
how
“what presses on the back and what
hugging in front"

     reminder of the sea
like reflected light our dialogues
before and after…
what is this light? - sex ...
he lives and wants...
then goes to others
understanding that
"formlessness is
reminder of the sea” / Lao Tzu

     poems in the tambour
     I am stupidity in the human heart /Lao Tzu
in the heart of some stupidity,
base type...
…………………..
travel by diesel train
to the convict
with chisel up your sleeve
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poems by the river in a spat tambour

     militant monk
militant monk broke
your staff
about the Dragon's Head,
at sunrise:
... yes, I'm boring and gloomy,
as the Tao asks,
but I'm not the owner of my own
shadows!" he shouted