what is the cup? what is not the cup? what is the liquid? what is not the liquid? who does the pouring of the endless tears of my heart into the silence of the morning
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?
8 comments:
the cup is full
the cup is empty
what is the cup?
what is not the cup?
what is the liquid?
what is not the liquid?
who does the pouring
of the endless tears of my heart
into the silence of the morning
and if i pour out in the silence of the morning, do i need a vessel to pour into?
am i the one being poured?
I am the vessel
for the tears
you are pouring
so am i the vessel for your tears and the tears of others?
it has to be that way
is the feeling of separation what happens when one loses sight of being the vessel?
yea, the vessel is called compassion
and without it
we are all alone
yes
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