The tree which fills the arms grew from the tiniest sprout; the tower of nine...– Tao Te Ching (Lao-Tzu)
Beside the Point
(by Stephen Cushman) The sky has never won a prize. The clouds have no careers. The rainbow doesn’t say my work, thank goodness. The rock in the creek’s not so productive. The mud on the bank’s not too pragmatic. There’s nothing useful in the noise the wind makes in the leaves. Buck up now, my fellow superfluity, and let’s both be of that worthless ilk, ...