Philosophical Artist
3 weeks later.. In a Monday afternoon Po was sleeping in his room He was ill and locked in bed With a compress on his head. Friends and family by his side Wondering, will he survive? No one knows what’s wrong with him And his tummy’s black and slim. But deep down he knows the cause He… Continue reading True Colors – Part 11
So he took a leather belt Wrapped it tight until he felt That the colors are well hidden Cause at home they are forbidden. Once arrived he met the master: “Kathardis was a disaster!” Really tried to teach them order But they’re hopeless , full of color. Don’t you worry Po, I know It’s expected , that’s the flow This was… Continue reading True Colors – Part 10
At first he was in denial Feeling like a pest on trial. All his colors begged he stayed But his mind was too afraid. Feeling trapped and very sad He accepted. Packed his bag. Grabbed a paper and a pen, Wrote to Rachel, his girlfriend. “Oh my dearest I must go And it breaks my heart in four But I’ll… Continue reading True Colors – Part 9
Slowly Po began to change, Love for him was new and strange. Tummy bricks began to crumble Passing from a square to bubble. Next he was contained by colors Loosing interest in the numbers. Nothing felt for Po the same Classes turned into a game. So instead of teaching order They were playing with no border. Singing, dancing,… Continue reading True Colors – Part 8
All the students, looked so gloomy, Full of colors on their tummy. Even tho they’ve interacted, They were easily distracted. One day they were map creators, Next day they were dominators, One day they were dancing fairies, Just like in Po’s early memories. It became worryingly harder, Also pleasant in a manner. Even tho they lacked the order, They were friendly like no other. From the group someone was special, … Continue reading True Colors – Part 7
All these questions troubled Po. ‘Why did I accept to go?’ Is it really necessary? What if all is ordinary? But his thoughts got interrupted: ‘Welcome! Please come in, beloved. Take this bed and take this food. You’re now in my brotherhood.’ ‘Thank you Duke..’, said Po with sorrow. I am nervous for tomorrow. ‘I can see… Continue reading True Colors – Part 6
So he left for Kathardhis, On a boat, over the seas. He felt lonely, but with purpose. ‘I can’t wait to teach the numbers!’ After weeks of float at sea, Good to face his destiny, He placed foot in a new land, Where the colors are at hand. ‘Are you Po? ‘ a voice comes through. ‘Yes I am, and who… Continue reading True Colors – Part 5
‘No’ he said, ‘is it a dish?’ ‘It’s a land, beyond the fish’. Far more than you can conceive, And it’s urgent, you must leave. Po was startled: ‘That sounds scary! I have been so ordinary. What’s to do a Po like me, In that place? I need my tea..’ ‘Don’t you worry’, said the master. … Continue reading True Colors – Part 4
And he left. He met his teachers, Other Pos and other creatures. He learned so much things and wonders, That forgot about the colors. Slowly they became more structured, Closing in and being nurtured By some building blocks of stone, Merged into a single tone. After years of things and wonders, He chose working with the numbers. … Continue reading True Colors – Part 3
I had this realisation today about the power of duality and I feel it is a very important message that needs to get out there. I want you to take a coin and a marker and draw one side of the coin. Now imagine you are that coin. Photo by Erkan Utu on Pexels.com You… Continue reading Duality
Laura Dogariu 