Short Stories of the Tao 1

The Sage said to the Boy, “There was a stream that wanted to flow freely. But rocks were placed across its path. Did the stream feel frustrated?”

The Boy thought but remained silent.

The Sage continued, “Perhaps frustration was the catalyst for the stream to overcome its barrier. But if the stream allowed itself to be lead solely by its frustration, it would rage blindly. And if the stream was out of control, it could hurt others or itself.

“So, the stream waited patiently. It waited for the proper moment. Its inaction was action.

“Three days later some travelers came to the stream to drink of her and be restored. In seeing her imprisonment, they removed each rock from her course.

“You give us life. In return, we give you freedom.

“The travelers blessed the stream as she went on her way.”

Through inaction comes action.

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Mist by the Riverside

In early springtime on a brisk New England morning, Sareena and I walked through a riverside cemetery here in Rhode Island. It was peaceful yet haunting and reflective.

I came to a grave that marked the resting place of a 20-year-old boy. He was the first from our town to die in World War I.

I thought about the emotions he felt and the connection we shared—calling the same place our home.

At that moment, Sareena took a photograph and captured a mist by the riverside.

Do not look for me in the grave—
I will not be there.
Breathe in the air—
I will be there.

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