|Da-da's not wearing pants (again), which is why he's in a hole in the floor. Hello?|
Can you coax young children's minds from wandering
and keep to the original oneness, or even twoness?
Can you let their bodies become
strong and supple by plying them with, “balanced meals” they will never eat?
Can you cleanse their inner vision
from that horrible commercial they just accidently saw?
Maybe with enough Scooby Doo.
Can you love children and lead them
without imposing your will?
Don’t be ridiculous.
Can you deal with the most vital matters
by letting events take their course?
Yes... and no. Just cover your ears and jump out of the way till you figure it out.
Can you step back from your own mind
and thus understand all things?
Of course not. You're being ridiculous again
probably because you haven't had a good night sleep in six years.
Giving birth and nourishing
having without possessing
acting with no expectations
leading and not trying to control...
these are all impossible for A Man Called Da-da
but don’t tell anyone, even if it is the Supreme Virtue.
Da-da takes down his pants and slides on the ice.
[Excerpted from Da-da's unpublished book, The Tao of Da-da (or "Strong Winds CAN Blow All Day, Depending on How Much Sugar Has Been Ingested"). Void where prohibited. Keep your pants on.]