One shouldn't have to go all the way to Taipei
To learn that language is overrated.
The clover blows in that Chinese way,
Harmonious yet free
And even the streams have an intent of peace
That is hard to fathom, yet easy to contemplate.
Everything here resists my understanding
But I step into its vaprous rule without hesitation.
I wash my face in the spirit of the place,
In surrender to the shared creator.
Maybe there's a word here
That can mean only that.
