Full marks to Tamara Jackson for last week's poem, Of Leaves, Dew, Me and You (June 23).
It is reminiscent of the singular thought of the Tao De Ching: "Setting aside the self, we are perfectly fulfilled."
Ms. Jackson writes, "no needs, no mind, no calling out for a name to all this wonder."
In the ancient Chinese text, Lao-Tzu says, "The tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal Name." Names are constructs, surreal in the presence of the mystery of being.
Ms. Jackson's poem also captures the simplicity and economy of the Tao. She weaves common things (leaves, lace, seed, dew) into a lyrical and finely drawn tableau in three short stanzas. Her concision, compression and power make for a moving and memorable poem.
Paul Mann, McKinleyville