Much like Jung playing with stones to focus his mind and heart, I have been playing with paper
& scissors (rocks will likely follow). Unable to grasp at words to place
on the blank page, I've been tearing up paper and gluing it down, playing with
colours, doing anything that requires just my hands and imagination. I won't
force the concrete thoughts for a while, since clearly, they don't feel like
being bullied out of me.
Since I can't offer
you a dish from my oven, and you're too far to hear the beating of my
Djembe, I decided to share these with you :
I search for Sugarman
in my own way. I search to be as true, to have so much faith as to always know
that my reality is as important & as real as any other. I search to be as humble yet to have enough faith in myself that I should
dress up for the dregs.
play with me in the night among the daisies growing wild, in the clear blue of the quarry off the old farm road; dance naked under moonlight promise me your love promise me you'll play forever here, with me beneath the blue-pink glow of summer's setting light where the cricket's song is the same one they sang before you were born, and your father before you. play me a tune on your old ukulele, play seek and hide me, hold me close so no one will see me cry.