Picture Perfect : Quirky
Two perfectly normal tomatoes from my garden. I am probably the quirky one for growing some twelve different varieties. Who decides what is the norm, what is quirky? Isn’t quirky just an aspect of creativity? Wondering what this word would be in French, I checked my bilingual dictionary—it said “excentrique”. Out from the center. Picturing a target with lots of holes around the middle and more sparsely distributed towards the edges. Then for some quirky reason I think–and the universe? The Creator makes new suns all the time. Maybe there are some we would find quirky?
Quirks and quarks and quickening. Let’s move from a belly-button focus towards the heart, giving life to our spiritual nature, radiating universal love.
“The brother kisses My Lip (when he) kisses the lip of man, the lip (from which) the pus (or) the worm comes out (and) the lip (which) conceals the fishing-hook (alike) ; the brother kisses (them)(because from) the manure the garden comes out.
My Eye does not see My Foot ;
(from) My Hand to My Hand I run ;
the wind wears away a thousand mountains, I am not back yet ;
I bear Mikal (away).
(The day) the sun (is scattered like) feathers of pavo
I (still) run (and meantime) I make a thousand (new) suns.”
The Revelation of Arès XXII/8-12
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