....elephants and emperors....
Posted on July 9, 2010 with 0 comments
How many elephants can you fit into a room before they become noticeable? When do the Emperor’s new clothes reveal themselves a magician’s trick? If you don’t see the elephants you will be trampled...... the Emperor remains as invisible as his clothes.
Sick in body, sick in heart and madness beckons. How I feel is reflected within society and the world body itself.
The first of the daffodils have flowered through the recent frost and clusters of promise are pushing up through the soil. Amid the devastation wrought by frost - the burnt and damaged foliage - new growth. Thankfully there are forces not within the control of man.
I pick up the guitar again......an absence of months. Back to blues scales and ‘over and over’. If ten thousand hours of practice make a musician then I haven’t reached the first hundred so it’s just as well that it isn’t a race and there’s no competition.
‘Have faith.’ echoes in my mind. ‘Faith in what?’ echoes back.
A moment of fierce joy. Don't know why. No reason required.
Sick in body, sick in heart and madness beckons. How I feel is reflected within society and the world body itself.
The first of the daffodils have flowered through the recent frost and clusters of promise are pushing up through the soil. Amid the devastation wrought by frost - the burnt and damaged foliage - new growth. Thankfully there are forces not within the control of man.
I pick up the guitar again......an absence of months. Back to blues scales and ‘over and over’. If ten thousand hours of practice make a musician then I haven’t reached the first hundred so it’s just as well that it isn’t a race and there’s no competition.
‘Have faith.’ echoes in my mind. ‘Faith in what?’ echoes back.
A moment of fierce joy. Don't know why. No reason required.