Thursday, November 8, 2007

The Zendo of Art

I have been aware for some time that spiritual pursuits by their very nature move in the direction of the not, the naught, the shadow, the mystery- everything that isn't, at the moment.

In a vengeful culture, religion of love arises. In a glutted culture, religion of ....

News flash! There is a family of baby rabbits drinking heartily from the irrigation leak in our back yard (it is true, as I write). That is wonderful religion for today. I am headed off to the zendo of art to make tiny horses and cow skulls (mu) out of clay. I have no purpose in mind for these, but one will arise, it always does.

1 comment:

Amie said...

The purpose arose! The cow sculls ar the rays of a sun, a skeleton is the middle, and is smoking a cigarette! The Marlboro man.