Wu Wei Poem by Zyw Zywa

Again the night, again the morning
of a new day for dancers
and the other people

crawling out
of the seemingly identical
surprise egg, time is water

in a river that drowns itself
in the world ocean and I flow
with it, I can let myself float

I don't have to be busy
because that wouldn't make sense
but instead of lazing around

I train myself
to watch the sun
the smells in the wind

and the driftwood
next to me and among it
the right moment

to redirect me a bit
to who I want
to be