i always wanted to share with you
the best of who i am
reap and replenish the fruits
of succulent succor
i remained at the ready
door more than ajar
while you cantered
your variant mutterings echoed
maybe maybe not
hovering just above the surface
would gentle soaring somehow destroy your nature?
all creation would be served by
your earthly arrival
battling against gravity
is food for fools
time is but an essence
concentrated experience that leaps
drifts past us vaguely somnambulant
until we blink
and it disappears from view
illusion is like that,
it no longer holds my attention
please may i have
another piece of pie?
perhaps the pecan
So true, so true.
Douglas Adams said it well when he wrote: “So long, and thanks for all the fish”
I hope you are able to include the picture of Hummingboots.
There was an old woman in China who had supported a monk for over twenty years. She had built a little hut for him and fed him while he was meditating. Finally she wondered just what progress he had made in all this time.
To find out, she obtained the help of a girl rich in desire. “Go and embrace him,” she told her, “and then ask him suddenly: ‘What now?'”
The girl called upon the monk and without much ado caressed him, asking him what he was going to do about it.
“An old tree grows on a cold rock in winter,” replied the monk somewhat poetically. “Nowhere is there any warmth.”
The girl returned and related what he had said.
“To think I fed that fellow for twenty years!” exclaimed the old woman in anger. “He showed no consideration for your needs, no disposition to explain your condition. He need not have responded to passion, but at least he should have evidenced some compassion.”
She at once went to the hut of the monk and burned it down.
As always, Hermit, much food for thought. I love the Hummingboots image, but haven’t figured out how to post it in the Comment stream. You have a standing invitation to post these rich Comments anytime…