Tao Te Ching Day 48: The Lies That Bind

Have we any meals for the meaningless? Can we enjoy the teaming ambivalence of our prosperity that grows the cells of our bodies to weigh on our souls.

Dirty dishes and ragged coughs.

Thirsty bitches and Un-cuffed power.

Wiser ones before and still a-facing the hour.

Go to the land of milk and honey and wait for your turn.

You showed up last, not every one gets burned.

You will, you will, you will learn.

Misery’s finest keeper is her own incessant thrum.

A noise so fine against the moving of the mind that the mind losses itself in the time it takes to choose between heaven and hell.

You can’t unsee the eve of despair when the leaders hold sway over all peoples ears.

Filling with mistrust and fear to bend their desires

Rewired their minds to kill the empire

Trust gone, gone on this old wet Meyer.

People unborn will be fresh in the fire.

Depression and anxiety fill are streets, we must consume all of the world’s finest treats.

Can’t be blamed for ones own faults, another man hangs and breeds another cult.

Pick up the self and put down the gavel

You judge you in your last and final hour.

When there are many restrictions in the world

The people become more impoverished

When people have many sharp weapons

The country becomes more chaotic

When people have many clever tricks

More strange things occur

The more laws are posted

The more robbers and thieves there are

TTC 57 (Lin)

Tied a knot against your will from the day you took the hill

All knots keep locks from frivolous epochs

Analyzing the inevitable

Prioritizing the explainable

People loose their homes to the tyrants

While the tyrants remain invisible

Building walls and weapons

We show our ass

Leaving behind the hero’s call

Sacred text forget them all.

Therefore the sage says;

I take unattached action, and the people transform themselves

I prefer quiet, and the people right themselves

I do not interfere, and the people enrich themselves

I have no desires, and the people simplify themselves

TTC 57 (Lin)

We poison ourselves with the potion of, feel better.

Happy Day


Published by Matthew Whiteside

I am a writer, a storyteller, a yarn-spinning freakazoid. My life is full of two things today, lessons and blessings. I write fiction mostly but I also love to write about my life and the things I go through on a daily basis. Writing it out inspires and motivates me and that's why I do it. Plus if it does that for me maybe it will for someone else too.

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