The Man is a Chair
The man is a chair
He is bent as if he is sitting
And as if he is playing the mandolin
Or is he a sound?
The fire starts cold
And then
Maybe he is dancing
His head is only lightly attached
And without his head
He is turning into light
Who is this man?
The two last ones are such a good description of where I am nowadays.
I am sitting a lot, as I cannot walk, stand, or lie down without excruciating pain. So I sit a lot.
I am playing music.
I am dancing in my heart.
I am on fire.
Yes.
Blockages come and I blow them away. And if I don’t, something comes along and does it for me. Thank you these things that come along.
I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator. I became involved with the Chan Meditation Center and studied meditation and Buddhist knowledge with the late Master Sheng-yen from Taiwan. For twelve years I was in a process of deepening my meditation. I had many more experiences and insights and my life changed. After having illustrated more than 40 children’s books and writing two of them, I left this career too and went to New York University to study art therapy.
