tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48391486295624426562009-11-09T01:24:33.821ZJoyful Monknoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4839148629562442656.post-28886304344068966042008-06-07T10:42:00.005+01:002008-06-07T13:33:24.891+01:00Rainforest, by Judith Wright<br /> <br />The forest drips and glows with green.<br />The tree-frog croaks his far-off song.<br />His voice is stillness, moss and rain<br />drunk from the forest ages long.<br /><br />We cannot understand that call<br />unless we move into his dream,<br />where all is one and one is all<br />and frog and python are the same.<br /><br />We with our quick dividing eyes<br />measure, distinguish and are gone.<br />The forest burns, the tree-frog dies,<br />yet one is all and all are one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839148629562442656-2888630434406896604?l=joyfulmonk.blogspot.com'/></div>Joyful Monknoreply@blogger.com0