THE TAO OF DAD See him? There on that hill. Yes, the one just standing there, looking for all the world like a wind-shaped tree, a survivor, while all around him, dust devils, ghost marauders, raid the fields. THE TAO OF DOING Listen. Is that the sound of stone bending water or of stone-bending water? THE TAO OF DOG A trail of dry paw-prints in dew-darkened dust. Even that, sun erased, left no trace. THE TAO OF DEATH Now he, too, has turned to dust, returned to lusting Earth, both he and the woman who gave me birth returned but I kept their mirth. What use is it to stupid Earth? --- Mike Geary Mike Geary Memphis ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html