This morning, just after dawn, Lao Tzu is by the grass. He is by the pond with a flock of geese. They are all looking over the water.
I go downstairs to see him, with a cup of tea. I have to excuse myself past several of the geese, but they tolerate me.
"The grass is cool and wet on my feet." I say, as I give him the cup of tea.
"It stays that way almost all day, until the sun warms it." says Lao Tzu quietly.
"I meant to say 'good morning', but I said what I felt instead. The grass and the cool water on my feet."
Lao Tzu smiles, blows on the tea. "Few speak what they feel!"
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Morning
By the Pond
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