[Marsha] p.s. Can't some of you brainiacs put your intellects aside for a few moments and add to the Poetry thread?
[Case] I am not allowed to play unsupervised. But here is a bit of Taoist doggerel for you... Strokes of lightning Slash the skies In their flash The darkness dies The fracture lines Of time and fate Inscribe the shape Of love and hate A coin in spin Head chasing tails To see that other side. It fails When things don't cleave They shatter All the pieces scatter Distinctions that should matter Blend in gray Facets twitch And twinkle Perspective shifts In every wrinkle Edges that define Dissolve upon a touch In or out's the question. Does it matter much? Each tick Each tock All rhythms Mock Such things don't cleave They shatter All the pieces scatter Distinctions that should matter Turn to gray And yet In every spot of gray We see that white and black Still play. Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
