Three Lost Poems of the Tao Te Ching

[wuliheron]

While writing my shamanistic potty humor interpretation of the Tao Te Ching I finished the three "lost" poems and thought some dudes might like them. These were considered too pornographic in the original Chinese and I've included the last published poem because the four together express the root metaphors or metaphysical perspectives of the Pakua.

Priceless Comedy

Faint quiet laughter carries across the field.
Toddlers playing hide and seek.
Familiar siren voices calling me on the wind.
Still foolish enough to merely laugh at any foolishness.
Silly enough to tickle plenty of  purple people pink!
Somehow knowing without knowing,
That which can never be known.
Their gift of grace is merely for sharing,
The gift that keeps on giving.
The blissful contentment in bumbling along,
Eternally fresh slapstick capturing the moment.
Amazing grace inspiring endless joy!
Capable of wrapping people around their little fingers,
Touching all affectionately, while contending with none.
Engagingly flawless Naiveté,
Priceless family comedy.

Castaways

Casting off metaphysical anchors; once again gliding into the light,
Claiming our birthright we rise to the occasion.
Affable calls quietly ring out,
Arousing ancient memories of heroic adventures!
Unchained Prometheus always full of surprises,
Anxiously Begs for the approval of all,
Surrendering to those who delight in knowing they're ignorance!
Outcast and rejects thrilled to soar free at last,
Content smiles spreading with the rising wind.
Sails fluttering in synchrony with the breeze,
Sensual embrace reawakening the dreamers.
Silent revere of the perfect moment of grace,
Castaways become one with new horizons.

Adrift

Floundering in the waves we cut anchor,
Cast adrift by the rising storm.
Listing side to side and rolling end over end,
Turning her wheel into the wind,
Eagerly she springs forward!
All step aside as she dances through the waves,
Sculpting her way in the world.
Fashioning grace out of chaos in the moment,
Destination a safe port of harbor.
Where a cleft in the earth is mother to all,
Climbing the mountain on the dark side of the moon.
Sudden swelling assembly at the top,
Melting into the sunrise.

Renewal

Squall catches us unprepared,
Clouds bending down to caress the earth.
Deafening booming thunder,
Blinded by the light that follows the light.
Enchanting echoes on the wind,
Renewing my spirit from within,
Basking in the warmth of the sun peeking out,
Cleansed by rain falling everywhere,
Returning to the root of the earth.
Reborn again and again,
Knowing ignorant bliss.

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