Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Canvas 981



Canvas 981

July 26, 2017




Canvas 980



Canvas 980

July 26, 2017




Hi


The little boy arrives and appears at the oddest most opportune times. He says hi. Everything is good. It’s quite possible that an hour or two earlier, on the distant planet that is his house up the street, he has been scolded or beaten or perhaps given frozen waffles and scrambled eggs with nothing in them but tasteless cheese. Hi. I am here. Hi. I have nothing but time. Hi. Aren’t you glad? I am. Hi. The subject is unimportant. The subject is everything and nothing. There is no subject. Did you know tomorrow is my dad’s birthday? No, I didn’t know that. Because I didn’t tell you? You did tell me. Oh. Did you know? I know now. Because I told you? Yes. How else would I know? Imagine you’re an angel and you’ve just awakened after a sleep of a thousand years and you wonder what to do with your tongue. And then suddenly you hear yourself singing, and it’s so beautiful you break down into tears. Hi. Is that not also the meaning of love?



Monday, July 24, 2017

Canvas 975



Canvas 975

July 24, 2017




When God


When God was a little boy
he threw a stone into a pond
and that is the history
of this world.

When God was a little girl
she invited everyone to tea
and that is the history
of this world.

When God was a young man
he grew impatient and hurried ahead
and that is the history
of this world.

When God was a young woman
she gave birth to ten thousand dreams
and that is the history
of this world.

When God was an old man
he tried but could not remember
and that is the history
of this world.

And when God was an old woman
she was a great seer and healer
and that is the history
of this world.



Canvas 974



Canvas 974

July 24, 2017