"home" is the great illusion...there AINT any....or is it. THEY AREN'T ONE...or....HUH??? well, anyway, you can't get there from here...we're ALL lost, or NONE of us are...er sumthin like at......like...you're only lost if yur tryin' to git home......I mean...home is where the heart is.....right?....oh...just nevermind.
i am a painter who began my career as a child coloring outside the lines of my coloring books. i am a writer who started out by composing adventure stories while riding my stick horse around the backyard. as a child, i got in trouble for asking too many questions...i question that.
"the emperor's new clothes" by hans christian andersen
this fairy tale has been a companion to me as i have traveled through my life.
briefly, it is about an emperor who was deceived by two tailors who said they were making a set of clothing out of a "dream" fabric. in reality, they used no fabric at all. to make their scam complete, they announced that only those who were wise enough would be able to see the beautiful clothing. and so, no one, not even the emperor, admitted to being unable to see it.
wearing his new "clothing", the emperor paraded through his kingdom. no one questioned his appearance; no one wished to appear less than wise.
until a small child asked, "why is the emperor not wearing any clothes?"
so it is that i ask, if i question rather than believe i am wise, what will i see?
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"home" is the great illusion...there AINT any....or is it.
THEY AREN'T ONE...or....HUH??? well, anyway, you can't get there from here...we're ALL lost, or NONE of us are...er sumthin like at......like...you're only lost if yur tryin' to git home......I mean...home is where the heart is.....right?....oh...just nevermind.
if home is where laughter is, i am home reading this.
just as easy to laugh as cry, I guess...
but then the vessel for the tears can be very beautiful.
it's pulsing
so is the vessel of compassion then the heart?
well, it certainly isn't the thinking mind...that's for sure
sometimes, i wonder if the thinking mind leads to thoughtlessness.
now I'M at home
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