Mar 18, 2021

dream of blue flowers

Writing prose poems as an act of resistance. Counting and naming clouds as an act of defiance. Telling children to believe their own eyes as an act of opposition to those who rule. Exiting through the entrance as an act of revolution. Choosing a new flag as a way to insult the old flag. Painting the creek in flamboyant colors as an act of artistic freedom. Refusing to accept any rules that are not self-made, self-imposed, and self-nurtured as an act of self-love. Writing prose poems as an act of resistance. Writing prose poems as an act of resistance.

Even from behind these bars I can hear the sound of rain. Even locked in this cage I can dream of blue flowers and tall trees.

Portrait of Trabuc, an Attendant at Saint-Paul Hospital
1889 - Vincent van Gogh

Imagine witnessing every situation, every person, and every thing just as it is.
-Byron Katie

Don't seek, don't search, don't ask, don't knock, don't demand – relax. 

You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean. 
-Alan Watts

Zen is to have the heart and soul of a little child. 
-Takuan Sōhō 

Herbie Hancock/Chameleon
-from the Headhunters album-


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