Out of Life - Fillings

Life often enough is just like a puzzle we try to get and put together.

If we fill up the holes with non-matching pieces, and even force them in,
on one hand
our life will be like a shoe that always pinches.

On the other hand,
the originally matching piece
can never find and fill the gap.

All art is about cleaning and clearing ... and reducing to the max so that the vision becomes free to see.

Again.


It's beauty in simplicity.

Yours,
Lyn

Finding of the Day - The Madman

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me. And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, "He is a madman." I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks." Thus I became a madman. And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us. But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.

Preface to The Madman by Khalil Gibran, available e.g. @ Projekt Gutenberg Online Reader  

Picture by Michael Dunne, (mick)'s photostream Flickr.com

Love, Lyn