In the absence of doing
There lies a face in the mirror
In the absence of future
There lies no past, but the present
In the absence of striving
There lies an ease, and achievement?
In the presence of being
I find my home, and it’s fluid
Somehow I am freedom.
Twice and quite recently, I have put forward the concept of wu wei in comments without explaining anything at all. This poem I wrote more than 20 years ago back when I was first becoming aware of this ancient Taoist principle. There was an accompanying lino print that I also made at the time which is now just a memory… I hope the words are enough to give an idea.