Needless to say my Photo of the Trip (and that means this whole Quebec trip) is taken from I’le d’Orleans.
The Empty Boat
Who can free himself of achievement and fame
Then descend and be lost
Amidst the masses of men?
He will flow like Tao, unseen…
He will go about like life itself,
With no name and no home.
Simple is he, without.
To all appearances he is a fool.
His steps leave no trace.
He has no power.
He achieves nothing.
He has no reputation.
Since he judges no one,
No one judges him.
Such is the perfect man.
His boat is empty.
My apologies – I cannot find the author of this poem, but definitely not mine.
