RIP RW TYFTLAT
The story of one redhead’s attempt to regain his self-confidence by going on a quest to find a woman who has a thing for gingers. “Sweet, funny and ultimately rather touching…enormously endearing.” - THE NEW YORK TIMES
Art always served us best to express ourselves in depth. Here “The Prophet” echoes my mumbled mind in heartfelt sentiment. To your USA Family and to your Zambian Family (past and present but especially Patricia) I impart my sincere condolences. And to all I bid Fun, Love and Peace in Wisdom, Courage and Compassion.
"…If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one….Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. …For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance. “
" …We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us….Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered. …Brief were my days among you, and briefer still the words I have spoken. But should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, then I will come again, And with a richer heart and lips more yielding to the spirit will I speak. Yea, I shall return with the tide, And though death may hide me, and the greater silence enfold me, yet again will I seek your understanding. And not in vain will I seek. …Know therefore, that from the greater silence I shall return. But sweeter still than laughter and greater than longing came to me. It was boundless in you; The vast man in whom you are all but cells and sinews; He in whose chant all your singing is but a soundless throbbing. It is in the vast man that you are vast, And in beholding him that I beheld you and loved you….Like a giant oak tree covered with apple blossoms is the vast man in you. His mind binds you to the earth, his fragrance lifts you into space, and in his durability you are deathless….And behold I have found that which is greater than wisdom. It is a flame spirit in you ever gathering more of itself, … But were their solitude deeper they would have known that I sought but the secret of your joy and your pain, …You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields. That which is you dwells above the mountain and roves with the wind. It is not a thing that crawls into the sun for warmth or digs holes into darkness for safety, But a thing free, a spirit that envelops the earth and moves in the ether. If this be vague words, then seek not to clear them. Vague and nebulous is the beginning of all things, but not their end, And I fain would have you remember me as a beginning. Life, and all that lives, is conceived in the mist and not in the crystal. And who knows but a crystal is mist in decay? …The stream has reached the sea, and once more the great mother holds her son against her breast. …It was but yesterday we met in a dream. …But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn. …The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to fuller day, and we must part. …If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song. .And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky. “
Fare thee well my Friend