by m83

I heard about this frog
It’s very tiny frog
But its also very special
You can only find it in the jungle
So far away from you/me
But if you find it
And if you touch it
Your world can change forever
If you touch its skin
You can feel your body changing
And your vision also!
Blue becomes red, and red becomes blue
And your mummy, suddenly becomes your daddy
And everything looks like a giant cupcake
And you keep laughing, and laughing, and laughing
Nothing is ever quite the same really
And after you finish laughing
It’s time to turn into a frog yourself
Its very funny to be a frog
You can dive into the water
And cross the rivers, and the oceans
And you can jump all the time, and everywhere
Do you wanna play with me?
We can be a whole group of friends
A whole group of frogs
Jumping into the streets
Jumping into the planets
Climbing buildings
Swimming in the lakes, and in the bathtubs
We would be hundreds, thousands, millions
The biggest group of friends the world has ever seen
Jumping and laughing… forever
It would be great, right?

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When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.

Being and non-being create each other.
Difficult and easy support each other.
Long and short define each other.
High and low depend on each other.
Before and after follow each other.

Therefore the Master
acts without doing anything
and teaches without saying anything.
Things arise and she lets them come;
things disappear and she lets them go.
She has but doesn’t possess,
acts but doesn’t expect.
When her work is done, she forgets it.
That is why it lasts forever.

Happy Lunar New Year!

Photos from The National Post

 The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.

– Gustave Flaubert