Metamorphosis
I once thought with musing mind,
What if one should suddenly find
(I chuckle when I think of it!)
Oneself a snake, in a mongoose pit?
And would it not make people think,
And rave, and make a frightful stink,
Taking stock of their senses while they squirm,
If transformed into a worm?
Perhaps they’d not be so bigot
If changed into an ocelot.
Would they retain their hate and greed
As a patch of motley, brown seaweed?
If rocks and trees and dogs,
And elephants and hogs,
And even a fallen leaf,
Complain not of their grief,
Then why should mortal man, as such,
Make of so little, so damned much?
Welcome, and Namaste
Greetings fellow travellers,
For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.
As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.
May your Dharma be clear
Peace
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."
Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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