Knowing how to bend without breaking &
sway when earth is quaking
bamboo wisdom is deep

Knowing when to send forth roots &
focus power through shoots
bamboo strength is amazing

Hearing bamboos rustle
is perfect poetry &
touching fresh bamboo hairs
is ultimate sensuality

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An-Yi:	This poem stinks of Taoism.
Daiki:	Yeah. It seems that every -ism eventually develops a repugnant smell.
Bhäraté:	Not necessarily. If you remember each -ism is a pattern of waves at one moment and nothing more.
Chariya:	Cut the crap. Discussing any -ism merely creates another -ism.