Mushrooms are sprouting from the old totem poles, now laid to rest in the forests of Nanaimo’s Bowen Park. Sprouting from eyelashes, jawbones, armpits, wingtips…
I am reminded of T.S. Eliot’s epitaph (which he chose himself) inscribed above his interred remains at St. Michael’s Church in East Coker, England. Lines he selected from his famous Four Quartets:
In my beginning is my end. In my end is my beginning.~
This simple expression – by mushroom, by Eliot – of the Tao.
Photos (c) Kim Goldberg, 2011
