Emanations

Below is a poem by one of my teachers. It is his writing that caused me to begin writing My Thots back in 1998 and he still has the power to fill me with thoughts and wonder, joy and love by the simple penning of just a few words.

Here is one of John MacEnulty's "Emanations."

Secrets are walls.

Only a fool climbs those walls.

Only a fool builds them.

I know, for I am both kinds of fool.

The kindest thing we can say to ourselves is that we have been foolish.

So, in your humility, say that kind thing to yourself when you find yourself hot with the hiding fear.

My secret is out. I am a fool.

But there is a third fool I love to be: the fool who tells his secrets.

That fool, God loves, children love.

That fool loves himself, herself, loves the breeze, the sun, the day.

That fool just doesn't understand that anything is wrong at all.

That fool has given up his hiding, found his treasure, and is dancing now.