Changes Alt One

“Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man that he didn’t already have,” -Dewey Bunnell

And it came to pass on this day, that the wild man who created such havoc casting out demon shadows he saw in others were, in reality, his demons to do away with. And the inquisitive boy yearning for knowledge at every waking moment, never getting enough, are one and the same for they are you and they are me, forced into enchantment and awareness, abiding in a lonely house off to the left-hand way of ‘being’ by the river of contemplations. And the boy dwelling inside the wild man approaches the threshold after suffering death and inhalation of ego’s to discover compassion… the jeweled still point, lying at the heart of the soul. And it is there you will find me sitting on the porch in quiet mindful meditation.

©jc2019-9

*Image courtesy of Pixabay

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