Monday, January 30, 2012


Every single thing has uses;
when you use it, use it right.
                Han Shan
                from Cold Mountain Poems

If the hammer screwed in the screw
and the screwdriver hammered the nail
if the saw measured the size and length
and the ruler cut the wood in two

If the eyes smelled the spoiled milk
and the nose saw her shapely figure
if the mouth heard the slightest movement
and the ears sang an elegant tune

Life would
moments of clarity
unusual though they might be

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