|Leeks flowering on forest floor|
This is one of my scattered thought threads at present: everything is making seeds. What are cherries and raspberries but vehicles for the dispersal of seeds? So --
Leaves are for the sake of the roots,There I pause and consider how to continue.
Fruits for the sake of the seeds....
All is for the sake of the future??? Maybe....
Of which leaves and fruits can only dream.
Is "Zen poet" an oxymoron? Does "living in the moment" mean not having words running through your head? I wonder.
I live in my house as I live inside my skin: I know more beautiful, more ample, more sturdy, and more picturesque skins: but it would seem to me unnatural to exchange them for mine.
- Primo Levi, “My House,” in Other People’s Trades
|Woodcutter's tracks filling in|
|Trees that want to be|