He cracks himself up. –Julie Cummings
Glue, of course.
Super and Elmer’s
and rubber cement.
Rubber bands.
Scotch tape.
Chicken wire.
String.
A full body cast.
A balancing act.
Affirmations
and hypnotizing.
They told him stories
of how whole he was.
Then offered
St. John’s Wort.
Sublingual B-12.
Calcium citrate
with Vitamin D.
Weeks of physical
therapy. Until
in the end,
Humpty laughed
at them all
and said,
“What a gift
it is to fall.
I love being broken,
it lets in
the light.
See this gold?”
He said,
and then gave it
away.
check it out: http://www.amazon.com/World-Doesnt-Tales-Renewal-Times/dp/0982939159/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382009133&sr=8-1&keywords=why+the+world+doesn%27t+end
and click on the cover illustration to blow it up. awesome. humpty is the cosmic egg from the beginning of time that can never be put back together. you’ve got it right.
off to lake powell saturday for friends and kayaks and red rocks.
love and namaste’
“Who would prefer the jingle of jade pendants when once he has heard stone growing in a cliff?” Lao Tzu
The power of Poetry http://www.powerofpoetry.org and Red Thread Gold Thread http://www.redthreadgoldthread.com
Wellspring of Imagination http://www.powerofpoetry.org/wellspring_of_Imagination.htm
Hey, that book looks incredible! Great painting! and is that Eros spilling out? That Michael Meade … I love the things he finds and that you share them with me
Your quote up front is very appropriate to the tone of the piece, meaning of course, the humor, not just the broken eggshell. I like a good yolk sometimes and I especially like the line at the end, “…I love being broken, it lets in the light.”