....imagination is the fruit of seeing beyond the point of where other’s stop and wait, the place we all come to when reality calls out and warns us, that to proceed on in the face of what we have been told, will most assuredly lead us to fall off the face of the earth….
—-”i say to you and have you not heard that the world is flat”, to go on this way is only a fools drunken walk, and what of the other’s that will follow you as you continue your ‘walkabout’, will you also lead them to destruction thou son of a madman and bastard of hell….”
—-and so i laughed in the face of what you called a lunatics hellish imagination, while throwing my cloak of sanity to the wind as the other’s hid their faces at my blasphemies of the tried and proven way, tried and proven is not all-ways true when one walks to the edge of live reality, NOW finding that the living edge goes on and on before the oceans of imagination….
—-i once also thought the world was flat and out there in the horizon of my scope, beyond the point of seeing what other’s waves of fears had instilled me to behold as my own, i languished the years over and over in a prison that these many had prepared for me with curses of their tasted reality, bitter stuff was the drink they served while more horrible was the mornings hangover as i got my butt off to work their fields of desire….
—-and so i pleaded with the gods to give me a dream ship on which to ride to my own death, as by my asking i was granted three ships to hold my fate of faith, one for my body-one for my soul-one for my spirit a trio to behold, till on that day i rode out of sight of madness as an unstable character….
Imagination is always there, right at the point of cast off reality….! Give me one who has imagination over the valued importance of knowledge and I will show you a better world to live in, where the lion will in-deed sit down with the lamb, knowing the oneness of this moment as imagination gives birth to what will yet be in the now.
Cluttered landscapes of years of mass produced mind baggage, where the many of the ‘they have said crowd’ sought to make me fit into the assembly line models of after their kind….whew, no wonder I lived a border line life of living for the weekend and cursing the thoughts of Mondays coming.
—-i have walked the alleyways of depression, where the misfits of society all stared at me from the doorways of their name culled dis-ease-ments, where there labored the many all washing their ‘told you so’ filthy linen and practicing atonements, when all the while those other’s kept hiding the pearl of greatness that comes from knowing at-one-ment….
I also have longed after, chased after and tasted the illusion of money that comes from playing in the dreams of other’s, where climbing the ladder of success, is defined by the toys that one accumulates along the way, preparing for the end that comes after retirement. Imagination always dies in the face of what must one do to maintain their sanity in the face of a sane-in-sane world, as reality dictates your all-ready next move upon the chess board of life. Who told you to be a pawn and will you be a king….so what, as a king will you also play according to the game that says ‘one space’ at a time? Who is your bishop sent to protect and defend, while you set on that color after your own? Remember, the board is flat and reality dictates that if you proceed to the edge….that thing called gravity will pull you off….and after all, ‘out of sight is out of mind’....right?
....opened heavens of gifted imaginations, are but the start of expressed creations of sculptured integrity, where the only one keeping count of my progress, is the sculpture i imagined that is busy speculating a likeness of me….
....to be continued at an-other space in time....
”What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress? Imagine that you are a Masterpiece unfolding, every second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath.” —by Thomas Crum
....and so I went and out yesterday and gave my imagination a walk in the woods, up where the branches of trees touch the heavens of grey matter….
....and yes, one more of an oldie but goldie, ”....the Mouth”, taken from outside my motel room last week….
Thanks to all and to all a ‘very good’ day!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/