It's just a poem, will you comment please?
angered some that she had missed it
she went exploring anyway,
twirling, soaking the hem of her dress
bare feet daring what might crawl
through the tall saw grass.
She smelled baking coming from the kitchen
exciting a new priority, running
coming into view she had been observed
smiling, shouting, skip jumping,
as she made her way, stepping through the door
imploring, today her bliss had been gently defined.
That was Zen, this is Tao