Laotse and Chuangtse

            Laotse and Chuangtse

All nature palpitates with life, more true

When life has died.  Philosophy might try

To be as true.  Religions have their pew

In nature’s temples, roofs a higher sky

In thought and feeling.  Mind’s mysticisms

Fail, though, when man’s emotion or his thought

Attempts to pass lights through holy prisms

Instead of letting oak trees be.  They ought

To be allowed to be themselves, no fuss,

No fuzzy feelings, and no Plato mess.

We do not need to add a Plato plus

Sign, Taosism, no.  The oaks confess

Trough acorns pulsing revelation all

We need to know, in every acorn’s fall.

Phillip Whidden