A doctor says -- it is impossible
to have a child's soul inside a grown-up's body
coz the reactions won't go along
generating all the elements for spasm and agony.
An artist says -- love and life is like a drawing
the first brush is alway the most exquisite
while all the added ones are just added ones
leaving a paralyzed sensor nothing but more aloofness and insensitivity.
......
A porter says -- I donot believe you, doc
coz that is not your expertise
you can not even cure the cancer
which is your job but not telling me about life's ABC
I will leave my soul alone and set it free to the sea
and present my body to your hands when it has to be (hah)
because my soul is who I am and where I've come from,
not its carrier, that grown-up body outside me.
A farmer says -- shut up, draw-er
coz a canvas seems to be what you can only see
a life in a studio is not a life on a steet
come to the country, that is where you need to be
I donot know about drawing but I do believe
a sprout will always emerge as long as you take care of its seed
every brush is as astonishing and breathtaking as the first one
because this is my OWN drawing, the one and only, that shall live with me.
......
They all move forward
towards
the ultimate sanity.
(PS: no offense to all the doctors and artists, lol.)