23 of 81, Poems from the Tao, Spoken Word by Pryde Foltz

23 of 81

The wind blows
From the direction it comes
With the strength it levies
Until it blows no more

The rain falls hard
From heavy clouds
Until the clouds lighten
Are clouds no more
Then there is no more rain

The wind and rain do not question the Tao
Nor does the sun that follows

Embody the Tao
Say what you must
Cry when you feel pain

Do not seed the clouds and the wind
With the heavy bluster of the internal foe
Every storm will pass

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