What a way to live one's life, in a cabin made of wood; never to be governed by: "I have to! I must! I should!" To set one's sights on the day's needs as one's only master, and not be told, "you move too slow, you must live life faster." To start the day by a cue from rays of the rising sun. To end the day when the day ends, not only just've begun.
two flaming umbels of yellow-orange lantana; but my eye moves to the bud cluster that sits in the background
watching monkeys watch humans, watching monkeys; ad infinitum
As a boy, I remember reading about the horse latitudes. Those were the places in the ocean where - at times - the winds didn't blow for long periods at a time. Drifting in the middle of the Atlantic, sailors would cut loose anything that wouldn't keep them alive & which might weigh them down, that sometimes meant shoving horses overboard to tread water 'til they died from exhaustion. People used to live or die by the winds. Today, we only die by them. That's what occurred to me as we sit closer to nuclear annihilation than we've been since I was a teenager, and as I reflect upon the prevailing winds.
one monkey minds its own business; the other has mischief in mind
the vaulted corridor is lined with portals to places unknown and linked to other hallways in an infinite labyrinth one can go from "here" to anywhere, but there's no map yours will be a stochastic journey; one might prefer to systematically duck one's head into portals, getting a feel about whether a given route seems favorable -- but we all know that one must often travel through unfavorable territory to get where one wants to be and so it's like being thirsty in a life raft -- as per Coleridge's Mariner: "Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink" in this case, it's a free ticket to anywhere, if you can only find your way, but what're the odds?
a farmer surveys his new stretch of sea, mulling careers
in quiet moments of Buddha time i watch the world like a man who's blind i sing my songs like a drunken sage and offer curses as though free of rage
the high tree hawk scans for prey from lofty heights; the rat scurries - unaware of far-flung foes, but side to wall all the same
Tiger Riding for Beginners 