I was asked to find my mind
I was asked to find my thoughts
I was asked to find my self
So then it seemed timely to try to find
that was so successful at failing
it couldn’t be found
it can’t be escaped
oh how I love being so deluded
that simply watching words leak out of a pen
can deliver shameless delight!
Image: Andrew Wyeth – Wind from the Sea
Tempera on hardboard, 1947, detail
[What moves – the curtain or the wind?]
Source: Washington Post
All writing on this blog leaks from the pen of Miriam Louisa Simons. Over at my other blog this unlit light, you’ll find more of a smorgasbord of writing, including some of my own.
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8 thoughts on “oh how I love being so deluded”
paradox-a statement or proposition that, despite sound (or apparently sound) reasoning from acceptable premises, leads to a conclusion that seems senseless, logically unacceptable, or self-contradictory.
Yes, and yes! How does your leaky pen do it?
Leaky pen says: ask Emptiness.
Seriously Di, I can’t answer your question. That’s why I never cease to be amazed at what leaks from the pen.
What I can say is that everything written is anchored in the reality of my own experience. But if I sat down with my ‘head screwed on’ to write about that experience the lines wouldn’t be worth reading.
So wondrous! ❤
Perhaps the dawn of wisdom is to simply cease being in conflict with one’s delusions. Oh, for the wonder of failure, portrayed so delightfully with your magically leaky pen!
Exactly Bob! To cease being in conflict with one’s concepts – to realise that both enlightenment and delusion are concepts. Then one delights in ‘delusion.’ It’s so much more fun than the ‘enlightenment’ story.
Maezumi Roshi used to say, “I prefer to be deluded.” I get it!
I saw this painting at the National Gallery a few years back and now I know why I couldn’t tear myself away. It whispers the ineffable, it shouts “‘He’ lives!” Yes, who is the author of these words?
… and who is asking?
Oh Cara –
Something leaks out of a pen.
Something falls off a paintbrush.
Something demands a definition
but will never be satisfied by it.
I have taken a fatal hit
by the Un-nameable.
Now I appear as all I perceive.
and no longer needing to know
I tend my petunias and watch the birds.
I meant to say “who is the author of my words?” since I could never have imagined the delight my description evoked or where it came from. But look what happened! On-the-spot, made-to-order, a confession of obliteration——— no one left to be delighted or cranky or even to ask. Big difference. So sweet to have you sitting here next to me. My garden has morning glories.