Sunday, April 5, 2009

with one smile

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

                                                      - e.e. cummings


There is an ancient tale of the Dreamtime, when all creatures were coming into being and the Earth was filled with shape-shifting spirits and many changes.  There was one tree that came into being and thought itself the most beautiful tree of all.  It spent all its time gloating about its beauty, bragging to the creatures that passed.  Well, the other creatures of the land didn't appreciate this and one day they all gathered together and grabbed the tree by its trunk and flipped it upside-down and since that day this tree grows its roots towards the sky:


Night Hiking


"is that a lizard?"
"no. that's a dragon."

mushroom village!