Knowing how to bend without breaking &
sway when earth is quaking
bamboo wisdom is deep
Knowing when to send forth roots &
focus power through shoots
bamboo strength is amazing
Hearing bamboos rustle
is perfect poetry &
touching fresh bamboo hairs
is ultimate sensuality
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Hear the author read this poem.
This poem stinks of Taoism.
(sniffing comically ). Really? I don't smell anything odd.
(laughing). Yeah, perhaps you are too sensitive?
I think that An-Yi is saying that too much ideology can taint our experience.