In the pagoda garden, the philosopher stares into the inky darkness, contemplating its slow flow into the light, reflecting upon the light embedded in all darkness, light that he sees in a glint of moonlight on still waters.This entry was posted in Free Verse, Philosophy, poem, Poetry, Taoism and tagged Free Verse, Philosophy, poem, poetry, Taoism, Vers Libre by B Gourley. Bookmark the permalink.