[ brave sir il and the dali llamas ]
the key and the kite
the wind glances up,
from time to time,
a precious interlude
... from lifting.
it hangs,
breath held,
while leaves and waves
rock themselves to sleep.
what would the world be without wind?
basking in stillness.
frozen in time.
recuperating.
from all that blows your hair back.
oohooh, i was thinking about dragons in the shower this morning. yes, i know my pomme is lacking a certain ceci n'est pas une pipe. err... je ne sais quoi. but dragons beat pipes anyday. so yeah, i was thinking how widespread the idea of dragons actually is. and how they're such great little fire-breathing embodiments of change. somehow the western idea got corruptified though, so that change is feared and heroes are those who can prevent change... from devouring pitch-fork wielding peasants. there's always this double-sidedness. good and bad wrapped up in wax-paper and served for 79c/lb. and that's the view i like... on pumpernickel. there's nothing you can do but look for the best. in all things. like my repetitivativeness. :)
unfortunately, all that spare change got me thinking of nature-nurture. it's a dark day in showerdom when the idea of nature-nurture appears. i've got this unconscious fear of snakes... even if it is always quickly replaced by curiosity, i always go fight-or-flight when i hear things slithering. so i'm wondering if that's at all related to a fear of change. oh yeah, so the idea of dragons being inherently related to fear comes from monkeys. they have these automatic, inborn, responses to snakes, hawks, and leopards: up, down, and, oh shit. now the dragon is sorta all threee of these demons, which leaves only the oh shit response. and uh... it only seems nurtural that dragons are related to change? anyway... snakophobia...serpentophobia... yeah, the thing where four limbs good, no limbs oh shit... i wonder if that reflects some deeper fear of all that changes... i guess it's a whole different pomme. one we all ate long ago. one i'm still munching on. |
