yangingayin
What are doing? Stringing along
Waiting for heaven it's coming with song
Oh what a feeling a tipply tingling
Smiling away
Yanging the Yin
Thinking about this afternoon
Of all the joyous stuff to do
Turn this gerund make it snug fitting
Quite looking forward to
Yanging the Yin
One from a story
came visiting today
Exciting enticing
Please look away
Feeling self conscious
As I begin
Romping a riot
Whilst yanging a yin
- Author: Pearcemelville 卯升 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 30th, 2022 05:12
- Category: Friendship
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Comments1
we both come from an uninterrupted
heritage, thousands of years
in the making
and thus, I innately relate
to so much of your writing
because in it, I see tethers
to depths
I sadly, will never amount
to fathom, for myself...;
still, in You
and those genius' like you
I remain
leaching, one read at a time
whatever wisdom, i can glean
just
so i can strive, to be worthy
of this pitiful, poetic gift
I wield with such, foolish
abandon..
yearning
to exist, within the gifted guidance
of Tao, balance
and Kǒng Fūzǐ' veracity of Ren
to cultivate, what pitiful meaning
I can, from my chosen way of life:
'What are doing? Stringing along
Waiting..'
'..Oh what a feeling a tipply tingling
Smiling away
Yanging the Yin'
Such beauty in your comment amd compliments gives me cause to blush, like this cheeky take on wordplay with Daoist terms.
My 1st thought, on writing this was, am I being disrespectful to Dao?
Should I be reverent and not write in such fashion? Then realized and smiled. No, for this is the Dao!
I sometimes say to people I am daoist then review this thought, to say I am daoist is not to be Daoist?
Hmm. So sometimes I alternate this claim with, I lean towards Daoism.
A man from Africa once requested a poem for his Church. I offered him
this Hymn for his Pastor
Glory to God in the Highest
The troubles of the week peel away on Sunday Morn
Sing in Praise Uplifting Spirit Joy Love Thanks
The organ shakes my very core
Like the Holy Spirit Annointing
With folk we share the Parson's Words
Delivered from
The Almighty
Glory to God in the Highest
I invariably comment, Not bad for a Daoist I say in a non~Daoist way,
(not bad at all, now
you just need to specify which of the god's
this was written for..)
lol
as for daoism, or similarly themed
pearls of wisdom
reconstructed to fit, in some notion
of rigid faith-based, systemised
business model..
my humble opinion, is mixed-up
like the contrasting, duality
found in most of existence;
to me
'what Truth I can
decipher
is that within which, I
invest'
ergo
my core beliefs may be based
in one ideology, but be garnished
with the nuggets, i choose
from alternative and even opposing
ideologies
since, life
itself
is so random, i find it futile
to grab one flag and die upon-it
trying to make, it
fit, in-to
every border of life, i cross
as I traverse this gifted life
and no
that doesn't mean, my 'faith'
is any less
or distracted or fragmented
rather, it means I'm free ~ fluid
to interpret, to manoeuvre: to flow
with my believes, in a way
that means I am open to further growth
and greater understanding, anywhere
at any time
since i accept, 'i know nothing at all'..
see, i seek Truth
while doubting its capacity
for complete, Veracity
and this I do
with the utmost, sincerity
and thus
I am that broken wannabe
Taoist, with which
I choose to philosophically
identify with..
lol
(forgive me, I do like to rant-on
endlessly
like the fool I am)
I applaud your approach and attitude towards religious and philosophical thought, it is a sentiment I share. For me, Daoist thought is a description of the universe and how humans thread a weave throughout. I periodically remind God, the Christian god, that I am here to take uo whatever call. Perhaps God works through me in my interaction with people and the world. My mother encouraged me to seek a personal relationship with Jesus. If there is any credence to the Trinity, I will find out upon death, or not. I do not wrestle with propositions to which answers are not forthcoming.
I engage with trolls on facebook, for they are lonely souls seeking power which us lacking in their lives. One turned friendly and I refrained from pointing out his failure in hus endeavour. That is malice.
I tell bitcoin scamners to remember my number and should I become wealthy,. I will share with them if they are in financial difficulty. They may likely be, to allow themselves to be exploited and lie directly to me whilst trying ti steal my money. Sharing ny phone screen, I allowed one to view me lig onto ny bank account You may steal my lasr $105 dollars I di not care, I have 50 copies of my own poetry book which will be converted to cash You may steal my identity, along with it"s attached debt. He hung up immediately and I scanned my phone and changed password, inforned the bank of what had transpired, sorry will not do that again. They had immediately stopped my account when screen sharing was detected.
Do you speak a dialect? My mother was Teochew, 潮州話。I am glad our conversation has grown.
Regards, Darryl
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