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The Dao is my sun

moving through space.

My now-gone teacher,

Dao-Sentiment River,

threw off her human robe

and is over there now

meditating inside the Big Dipper.

Back on Earth,

I practice her way

within The Way.

I walk,

and swim,

and dream,

and spin

round and round

the sun-like Dao.

Solar flares

and echoes of ghost stars

pass right through

this dreaming body.

I catch them in my midnight nets,

wash them in moonshine,

and let them dry for a season in the sun.

After they have dried and cured,

I offer them up to travelers

in their various forms.

I don’t know what to call them

but passerby

after passerby

refer to them

as “poems.”