Dancing with the Tao: A Thought from the Wind

Dancing with the Tao: A Thought from the Wind
by Andrew Z. Soler

The other day, I scribbled something. It wasn’t planned, it just… happened. A few lines about Wu Wei, bamboo in the wind, the Tao, and the idea that maybe—just maybe—I’m someone else’s imagination.

It got me thinking. Maybe that’s how all truth arrives: not through force, but like wind brushing through leaves. That’s Wu Wei—not doing nothing, but doing nothing unnatural. Letting life move through you, like music through a flute.

Some will say this is laziness. But to me, it's alert stillness. It’s choosing not to swim against the river, but to trust its current, knowing it’s all part of something deeper. I don’t always understand it. Sometimes I feel like a ghost in someone else’s dream. Or a projection of a thought the universe had once, and then let go.

But in that space of not-knowing, there’s peace. A quiet truth that doesn’t need to be proven or posted. It just is. Like the Tao.

So I write. Not to explain—but to let the words rise, like mist over water. Maybe you’ll read this and recognize a feeling you haven’t named yet. If so, we’ve already met—somewhere between illusion and manifestation.

The Tao ( original Poem) 30.04.2025 (Ireland) - Andrew Z Soler 

Wu Wei — like bamboo swaying in the wind,
non-action mistaken for laziness,
despite the ebb and flow of nature’s breath.
Perhaps the Tao is the creator—
but how should I know?
Maybe I’m someone’s imagination,
an illusion... or a manifestation.

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